[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i am not constantly contemplating about ending my life everyday

[emotionalsupporthandgun]

the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me watch every single one of my favorite people give up on me

[s1ck-pup]

you constantly make me feel like i’m unimportant and maybe i am

[jupitertears3]

i wake up angry that i’m alive. i go to bed angry that i didn’t have the guts to end it

[echoesofsaturn]

life lately

[jupitertears3]

fuck i just remembered i’m fundamentally unlovable

[vyva-melinkolya]

Don’t make your younger self into your own dead wife.

[kosmogrl]

"whats your 5 year plan?" buddy I nearly go insane thinking about what I should have for dinner

[echoesofsaturn]

somewhere between idgaf and vomiting from anxiety

[borderlineangel222]

and suddenly, again, I feel really tired, as if the world is draining me of everything i ever had

[echoesofsaturn]

I don't want my life to be a perpetual load of trying to recover from something after something and someone after someone. I don't want recovery to be all that I am.

[echoesofsaturn]

If I ever lose my battle to mental health, just know you're the reason I stayed longer.

[echoesofsaturn]

as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache

[daddystinygirll]

People think I overreact, but they don’t understand that even silence feels like abandonment when you’ve been left too many times.

[professionallyunstable-deactiva]

when the "i don’t need anyone anyway“ act wears off and all i want is for someone to hold me in their arms and tell me their biggest fear is losing me.

[vesperslibrary]

And when you grow up in a burning house, it becomes harder to tell the difference between love that warms you gently and resentment that scorches everything in its path because you are always on fire, and sometimes you mistake the flames for home. The person who breaks you often feels like home because pain is the first language you ever learned. You learn to find comfort in the chaos, to see tenderness in destruction, to call survival devotion. The smoke becomes your perfume, the heat your second skin, and when someone finally offers you calm, you flinch—because peace feels foreign when you’ve only ever known how to burn.

-vesper

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[echoesofsaturn]

I'm losing all my reasons to stay but I'll be alright.