ubiquitous me.

I am large, I contain multitudes

[thetinywordnerd]

do u ever see what ppl ur age are accomplishing and ur just like “wow” and u go back to bed

[passionofsadness]

all i want is a partner who is way out of my league but thinks that i’m way out of their league and we’ll live together in perfect confused harmony with a dog

[allyouseekiswithinyou-deactivat]

@jaaanefrommars

[jaaanefrommars]

😏

[funny-history]

[lifeinpoetry]

My body is the thing that belongs to me the least

Niina Pollari, from “No Emergency,” Dead Horse (via lifeinpoetry)

[stydia-someday]

[humdrumhootenanny]

Me looking for the serotonin my brain isn’t producing

[lifeinpoetry]

I opened myself to death, the way a fallen tree / opens itself to the wild.

Kaveh Akbar, from “Portrait of the Alcoholic with Home Invader and Housefly,” Portrait of the Alcoholic (via lifeinpoetry)

[racialized]

me, living my life: chaotic stupid

[thequotejournals]

I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice (via thequotejournals)

[outofcontextarthur]

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[1squirtle]

reading the first question on a test like

[wordsnquotes]

…she had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.

Charles Bukowski, Women  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

…Love breaks my bones and I laugh.

Charles Bukowski, Fingernails; Nostrils; Shoelaces  (via wordsnquotes)

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

Fyodor Dosteovsky, Crime and Punishment (source)

[godsliquorcabinet-blog]

person: how is your mental state?

me: