i’m working on healing.
self love..
or at the very least, self preservation.

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i’m working on healing.
self love..
or at the very least, self preservation.
I don’t know why but I love the feeling of being hungry and caffeinated and light headed and dizzy and tired but also energetic.
where do you go to become anonymous?
is there even such a place?
and is there even such a thing as change? becoming someone new? someone refreshed. someone reinvented.
or is that just the creation of a new facade? a new mask for a new day
art by Elliana Esquivel
“The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.”
— Woody Allen (via thegoodvybe)
as i offer myself to the world,
i think
“what is it that i have to offer?”
but
why is it that i have to give the world anything at all, when the only thing it’s given me is a gdamn mental disorder and the feeling that there has to be more than just ~this~
humans are the real monsters...
i can always find you
hiding
in the darkest corners
of my mind.
waiting,
always just waiting
for the vulnerability that tags along
with the darkest of nights.
and when the liquor starts flowing,
coursing through my body,
that’s when i hear you
screaming for attention.