crack openmyribstoseewherewildflowersbloom

. there are so many things i cannot explain . if i could cut the words out of my mouth i would, but i fear i am unable to find them nor could i catch them even if i did. even if i could - there are far from enough staples glue or tape to hold them from bouncing off this page. i couldnt see containment even in a jar . bouncing thoughts consume the spaces between blue lines - but there is nothing here .. yet so much could be , if i could find away for you to see whats caged behind my ribs. for i am more than the words i cant write down and within in the silence , i have so much to say 

[shxrni]

hey, so originally i was going to kill myself today. one of my friends tried really hard to help me and i really hate it when they do that, because i will die guilty. so, we agreed that i would send my favourite blog a message. basically, she said per hundred notes, i push back my suicide date by a week. honestly, i might not be able to do it, so who knows, i might be dead quite soon. but she said to look at the notes and see who really cares about me. so yeah. you probably wont care though

no no no please don’t kill yourself, that is not the right thing to do. please don’t do it

FUCK EVERYONE PLSASE REBLOG THIS NOW or I’ll hit you with my kidney

[zaunter-deactivated20160831]

YOU REBLOG THE FUCK OUT OF THIS IM SIGNAL BOOSTING

[bracingforimpactnoneinsight]

[insane-doctor-deactivated202103]

[grimmistakes43skies-deactivated]

Don’t hurt their feelings guys.

[a-ly-ss-a]

But why do bodies exist? Why can’t we all just be souls that interact with each other? Why are the bodies necessary? How much easier and more beautiful would life be without bodies?

[collarbones-and-skin]

souls

[bbeckyqueen]

[ealylo]

[eliasmadan]

#3 “connection” #negativespace #souls #art

[ilunastarr]

my soul bleeds /feel me/ is it enough or too much? endless the cycle continues rinse, repeat rinse, repeat INFINITE

a.w., the possibilities are endless (via ilunastarr)

[unfixablelove]

you thought you were in love with that girl from your advanced chemistry class but i guess you didn’t listen to your teacher. when she taught you acids burn in open wounds did you? and shell corrode your tongue and shatter all your teeth oh god it hurts but you didnt listen. it took your five years to learn to speak without fumbling over your words. but you broke yourself apart for someone you hadnt even known for three months. and instead of trying to escape you just let her drag you beneath the water. you taught you were in love with me. and if youre waiting for a punchline youre going to be very disappointed. but thats nothing new. believe me when i tell you i didnt mean to burn holes in your thighs. or squeeze all the blood and air out of your lungs and my skeleton isnt made of bones but the empty spaces of the universe. im still learning to speak without fumbling over my words but what i mean is: i learned to destroy things before they destroy me

bladekiller (on instagram)

[yogirlgivesgoodhugs-deactivated]

And the truth is, you never loved him. You loved the fact you could get someone. You loved the idea of someone picking you out of the crowd of brown eyes and quiet souls. And the main part of it all, is that you didn’t believe you could get anyone else, so you just went with it. So when you both argue on who loves who more, you’ll go on so you’ll win but deep down, you know he does. The truth is, you never loved him. You loved the fact that he loved you.

And now, you’re falling in love. (via lovebatmanswifey)

[captainamandaboo-deactivated201]

[theperksofbeingriri]

Sometimes I imagine myself as a bottle, filled with everything that defines me. All the good and the bad. My little hopes and dreams, my love and my optimism. But also my self hatred, my anger, my depression and anxiety, my bad thoughts, my sadness and pain. And every day I dare to explode but not because of me, no. Because other people fill me with their hate and anger, with their hollow promises and hurtful actions. And I want it to stop. I want it to stop because every now and then I explode and the people around me suddenly don’t know what to do, what is wrong. And it makes me embarrassed, makes me seem weak. And the worst part of all is, that the next day the bottle is rebuild again. The same feelings, the same thoughts, the same people filling it again.

(via theperksofbeingriri)

[bobschofield-deactivated2018101]

THIS IS THE FIRE ZOO & THESE ARE THE FIRE ANIMALS by Bob Schofield

[housetomyself-deactivated201307]

[necpd]

Bn.