“The CAUSE OF DEATH was as follows: Exhaustion of Melancholia”
(1923 death certificate from New Brunswick, Canada)
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“The CAUSE OF DEATH was as follows: Exhaustion of Melancholia”
(1923 death certificate from New Brunswick, Canada)
does anyone know how to go to sleep
i am a lazy texter unless i like you
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to disappear at sea
have u ever felt so insanely lonely that you just feel nothing at all.
always.
when little miss “i can do it myself” meets mr “sit down"
I was gonna run my fingers through your hair but whatever.
Thank god i have tumblr, at least i can talk to myself.
one thing about me is that i will go on your blog and look around
i forget that other ppl can see this blog sometimes
sliding my cold hands under ur shirt if that’s ok
nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me
Mutuals can unscrew my panels and see my terrible cable management
therefore I'm not being punished? clearly not
“I’m not doing awfully well but I’m trying very, very, very hard,”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974
“I want to be a poet, and I am working to make myself a seer: you will not understand this, and I don’t know how to explain it to you. It is a questioning of reaching the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. The sufferings are enormous, but one has to be strong, one has to be born a poet, and I know I am a poet.”
— Arthur Rimbaud (via girlinlondon)
I can always handle everything on my own but I melt when someone takes care of me and completely turns off my survival mode.