celtead

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[anthony-samaniego]

lush

[allsadnshit]

if there’s a cool spot in hell I know you’ll get it

[carfuckerlynch]

due to personal reasons i’ll be

[findparadise]

[fuzilei]

[girlinlondon]

Jane Birkin

[smspoetry]

“scarred heels from all of these egg shells. lumps in my throat from swallowing my story. blood on the floor from biting my cheek. no more. time is fucking up.”

- smspoetry

[avpd-chekov]

nice hypomania feels

never being satisfied

stress stress stress

too many things to do and i can’t take a rest

a break?? think again

dissociation

i am faking my entire illness? i,!!!

what even is a memory

no seriously i have no idea what i did today

i am happy but i’m not happy

no time for feels tbh

pls give me some rest pls

[dailyholzer]

I TRY TO EXCITE MYSELF SO I STAY CRAZY. WHAT IS LEFT ON THE BLANKET IS CLEAR AND THE COLOR OF HELL.

[blossomfully]

“Sometimes though, the sadness feels familiar and you go back to it even though you swear you never would. It’s good at lending you a hand when you’re down. It’s good at pretending to be your friend. It’s good at looking you up and down, a cigarette in its upturned mouth, and saying - “I’m the only one that’s here for you now. See? I’m the only one who understands.” And in times like these, you almost welcome its reappearance. It’s a liability, but it’s a constant. It doesn’t love you like you wish something - someone, would, but it loves you in its own, corrupted way. It’s better than nothing, you tell yourself “It’s still love.””

— Sue Zhao

[theskinnygemini]

[burtoo]

American Poetry - Brendon Burton

[fuzilei]

[clair-audients]

[sassandgrass-blog-blog]

[soldohawai]