does it ever get lonely?

neurotypicals pls go away

[stillgotscars]

the smallest man who ever lived - taylor swift

[im-permanently-damaged]

Yall ever feel like you’re better off dead?

Like everyone just gives you the vibe that you’re bothering them so you feel like leaving?

[melodicmelancholia]

[ru1nedch1ld]

[traumatizeddfox]

i want this ache to end

[cptsd-kitsune]

[dying-weeds]

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Eve – Anna Lea Merritt // The Prophecy – Taylor Swift

[bpdhellbrain]

hand on the throttle

thought i caught lightning in a bottle

oh, but it’s gone again

and it was written

i got cursed like Eve got bitten

oh, was it punishment?

pad around when i get home

i guess a lesser woman would’ve lost hope

a greater woman wouldn’t beg

but i looked to the sky and said

please

[theghostwrites]

[dying-weeds]

[traaumaa]

i know the real me

[traaumaa]

[antepaths]

[how long until you leave me here, telling yourself it is a favour? how long until my bones lay bare, scorched, powdered on the pavement?] - d.lg

poetry ig here

[fairycosmos]

i don't understand how i am supposed to live with this profound sadness. to be honest

[niceaf]

This life // Vampire Weekend

[inkskinned]

will you be enough for her, though. little slip child. you hated every time you had to scream to be heard, so you stopped screaming. it feels so fucking demeaning, 16 and shivering, saying please! father! look at me! and having him say in a minute sweetie.

online they're back to making fun of self-harm scars. isn't that funny. we have dropped the silver pretense of empathy and are walking around without any shred of humanity.

are you still shouting? how can anybody love you, then, siren. error signal. your voice so quiet and desperate. nobody is going to help you, stop begging. how can anybody actually look down at you without squashing you flat. oh, darling. you once bit into the back of your hand to stop from crying out, and discovered that it felt too dramatic for repeating.

people like you aren't supposed to cry, because you are too much. you have never meant to, but you take the air out of a room just by walking in. other people can take up room like a sunbeam. you blurt out all your wickedness in oilslicks, everyone can feel it. you slosh yourself over their hands and demand their flinch. you are a bone stuck in the throat.

be more beautiful, more perfect. if you can earn it, they won't abhor you. they might even tolerate you, if you turn the right way and never stand up straight.

but love? her life is a silver fish, a cat paw. your life is a long, thin, impossible desire - angry like a blade. your life is a crack in the floortile. you cannot bring your rotted fruit heart into the church of her hands. you will ruin her. you will overtake everything good for her.

or worse - you will have to beg her look at me. and that moment of desperation will ruin you forever. completely.

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