this feels wrong

death is so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with grass in your hair, listening to only the stillness of the world. to have no yesterday to mourn and no tomorrow to dread. to forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.

No revenge because one day you will find me laying on the floor lifeless because it's finally worked.

been feeling like a dog tied to a tree abandoned on the side road

ok so we're so not back and I want to kms in very horrific ways that leave my family unable to have an open casket

im too lazy to talk cant i just show my psychiatrist my tumblr account ?

cutting isnt enough i need to blow my head off

you don’t understand i can tell something is wrong from a two second change in your typing pattern

Realizing that your happiness is often fleeting will never fail to be a heartbreaking feeling. Nothing will ever truly be good enough, and you’ll always be left feeling miserable in the end.

i have the kind of melancholy that attracts me to large bodies of water.

feels like im always recovering. when do i get to live

"it's okay to rest for as long as you need from burnout" how long is it actually going to take though. there's stuff i wanna do.

my wound salt that I keep beside my bed

i really don’t have the time to be the way i am