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mom can you come get me things are getting bad again and i feel every insult like a sharp tooth and i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and i feel too much all the time or else i feel nothing at all and it doesn’t seem to matter if i drink and dance and party or if i stay at home curled up to study

mom are you sure when i was born i was a person and not just a vortex. always hungry. always swallowing. no matter how much goes in me i always end up empty.

#holy shit iconic post

unseenmonstermuse

The downside of being emotionally intelligent is that you always try to see things from everyone else's point of view, but most people don't do the same for you. you spend a lot of time making sure others feel heard and understood. you forgive easily because you know everyone has their own struggles. you excuse their mistakes because you understand their pain. but when it's your turn, it often feels like no one really listens. they forget you have feelings too. they forget you also need understanding and someone to see things from your side. so who will understand you the way you understand others? who will notice when you're struggling and show the same patience and care you always give? sometimes it feels lonely, like your heart is open for everyone but no one opens theirs for you. yet, even when it hurts, you keep giving love and understanding, hoping one day someone will do the same for you.

thoughtkick

“It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.”

— Henri Barbusse, Hell

quotefeeling

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

toiich

Vivre sa vie (1962), dir. Jean-Luc Godard

sonandheirofnothinginparticular

luminote

Look away. Look somewhere kind enough to hold your gaze.

luminote

I'll never say any name but you already know, don't you?

luminote

There's nothing left except fragments.

lucidloving

Joan Didion, We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live // Carlos Fuentes // Tim O'Brien // Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried // Imtiaz Dharker, "Tissue" // Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind // Doctor Who (2010) // Brandon Sanderson, Yumi and the Nightmare Painter // Sing Shong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint // @jomeimei421