OUCH

y’all speaking to me tonight . i’m listening now

Imma always reblog this. A word!

When characters have to fight living embodiments of their worst fears that shit must be mad therapeutic.

Saving money on a therapist by just traveling to Silent Hill and kicking the shit out of my personal demons there

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

mood: trynna have curly haired babies with the love of my life

tired of how I look, I want snakes for hair