[traaumaa]

[ojibwa]

[x6n9x]

☣

[craigslits]

[ojibwa]

[hounfort]

[hel7l7]

[traumapalace]

I wish I got a chance at a real childhood, not just glimpses between the terror you and everyone else around me inflicted. A sunlit field, not just glimpses of those golden rays of light, so rare in that endless cave.

[vryalone-blog]

[yuck]

[vodkaverinbana]

[nothingbutbrainrot-deactivated2]

i got in the shower to scrub the feeling of their hands on me as well as to wash the blood away.

the droplets felt like fingertips.

now i feel like my body belongs to me even less now and theres even more blood.

i feel even dirtier than i did before i got in the shower. [11:25 am] 💌

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I feel most profoundly, and with pain. I am the earth, the funeral pyre, the calm mind. I have no hope, no joy, no illusion.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Eleni Samiou written c. October 1924

[screenshotsofdespair]

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

anne carson, ‘lines’

[ID: “How long will it feel like burning,” end ID]

[traumania]

[obscurityreigns-deactivated2023]

“This is melancholia. Wanting to eat yourself whole.”

— Diamond Sharp, from “Mal de Ojo,” published in Joint (via gaeillis)