holding on

777 i’ll be an angel

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

Is it just me or is anybody starting to feel like uhhh. maybe it wont pass

[thcartierrug]

[djklmnx]

you punish yourself by depriving yourself on how you need to be loved

[thcartierrug]

@dariabydasha

[inkskinned]

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

[fvcknversace]

i swear i think i’m doing fine again and the next minute i can’t fucking breathe

[tkkatherineblog]

[halloithmeagain]

I wish my heart didn’t feel everything so deeply

[eliminated]

[unspokengrief]

im so scared the rest of my life is gonna feel like this

[especially]

[abnormall]

i am overwhelmed and i just want everything to stop. just stop. just for a moment so i can think, so i can cry, so i can mourn but its so difficult because life just keeps going and my issues are piling on top of each other and suffocating me and i am so overwhelmed that i cant breathe. i hate this.

[heavensghost]

- (Relapse) Blythe Baird

[inkskinned]

she put on the coat and handed you the keys to her car and you said it's a nice day, huh and the look she gave you made something run up your spine. like she'd forgotten how to get back into her own body. like she was just-a-little out-of-reach. like she had been waiting a long time for someone to notice she was actually and truly empty.

what do you do with that. she tilted her head sardonically. offers to buy you an ice slush from 7-11. says - yeah! i love the fall weather

and you're sitting there, mouth all full of moths, trying to figure out how to pick the spines out of your teeth. how do you say - fuck. you look like you forgot what it means to be happy.

just this horrible feeling. like recognizes like. you've seen that look in the mirror. you know where she is. and you're terrified for her.

[abnormall]

listen to me listen to me please i am not okay

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

[inkskinned]

i have all this anger in me. i wish i didn’t but it’s so much and so bright and i don’t want to keep swallowing it. it eats at me because it has to eat something so all this rage i have for no reason comes swinging back to punch me. like my fists are tired of me not using them so they only raise to leave my own body bruised. it’s tiring. i’m tired. in the movies depression is sobbing at two in the morning. in my life depression is being heartsick so loudly you can taste it. in my life depression is a sharpness that you can’t pull back. 

fog is coming back over me. if i’m going to have a blanket over my thoughts you’d think they’d at least let me sleep.