using this blog as a coping mechanism

Chiara, 18 yo, Rome, Italy. I'M NOT PRO ANYTHING I JUST REBLOG WHAT I FIND RELATABLE AND POST MY THOUGHTS SO THAT THEY DON'T EAT ME INSIDE

[vollzeitmuslim]

[metamorphesque]

Perhaps the World Ends Here, Joy Harjo

[mysharona1987]

[lenainwonderland]

[poppiesandpromises]

Sometimes, out of practice

Hands tangle with each other

Tender flesh torn by thorn

Sometimes a voice grows

Thick as molasses on some

Sub-zero day, the croak of

Misuse, sometimes silence

Is a weighted blanket in

Heightened gravity & you

Want to rise above but

Instead remain inert, too weak

To make a difference

[metamorphesque]

on winter and longing

Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish

buy me a coffee

[zoloftsz-deactivated20230806]

august again agonizing trickle of time i can travel only by way of shadows, like a street dog slinking through a river of shade cast on streets by structures with no name, no occupants. the heat turns the mind into a blister, pulse slows to a crawl. the flush in my cheeks feels feral. godlike.

[desimarianne]

[minuty]

“It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.”

—

[minuty]

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”

—

[wishing-for-deathx]

What happens to those of us who never move on? Who can’t move on? Do we just spend the rest of our lives trapped with all that pain and all those memories? Is there any peace for us? Or is unrelenting suffering all that our life is going to consist of? Does that chest pain ever go away and if it not go away, does it ever dull?

[imparareavolersi]

…

[konoko]

[dark-splendor]

Embrace (1917), Egon Schiele

[justalineinasong0]

Requested by Anon

Louis Tomlison - Miss You

[anxietyproblem]

[yellowinter]

È difficile crederti qualsiasi cosa dirai sarà sempre un’enorme incertezza scusa ma non mi fido della gente penso di essere una perdente rimango zitta e non dico niente dove sei? Cosa fai quando non sei con me?