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𓇢𓆸 26 ⚘ she/they ༘⋆✿⋆.˚ ──── 𖧷 ──── chronically ill

[incomfortable-deactivated201711]

The healing is violent

[nightmarereverie]

[consecrationoftheflesh]

i dont want a window seat, i need a window seat.

[angelicdewdrop]

zodiac necklace ˚₊✩‧₊ Schiaparelli

[kyotoprotocols]

[yungluv16]

[text-mode]

Rabbit’ssssss by asciiart (2011).

[wildchildskyhigh]

[fairyvoids]

i feel like all my life ive been trying to be kind to a world that has been very very cruel to me and i feel so sick of it

[fairyvoids]

i know my family doesn't really care much about what i'm going through as it is...but constantly being asked if i'm just sad or "why do i look so unhappy" and told to be more appreciative when i'm trying my best to survive, really hurts

[rn-deliabusby]

flickr

[dridelus]

[3000yearsunderground]

Some closeups of the best graffiti I've ever seen

[twilightdomain]

image: a patch of wall with graffiti that looks like cave paintings of people hunting animals with horns and antlers.

[goobersplat]

Six 1980s Unicorn Labels

[wosp-reactivated]

Mondays aren't that bad once you cannot tell days apart from eachother

[fairyvoids]

constantly thinking about this japanese fortune thing i bought at a trinket shop 6 years ago because every single thing it mentioned has happened to me since then

[fairyvoids]

a life update i suppose.

i've become so ill lately, neglecting my health and isolating myself

for a while now, i've grown tired of the constant doctor appointments, refusal of adequate care, worsening symptoms of my interstitial cystitis...

i've also stopped seeing my physical therapist simply because i couldn't afford it anymore and i moved too far away. i've stopped taking my medication which has probably attributed to a lot of my fatigue. i think it's been months now since i've taken them consistently.

i don't know what's wrong with me, i don't know how to get out of this. i really loathe where i am in my life right now. i honestly wake up thinking why couldn't i have passed peacefully in my sleep.

there's not a single thing that doesn't stress me out, i frequently think about running away or disappearing somehow...but my condition will stay with me...i can't escape this body...i live in the attic of my mind...i'm not sure how much more i can take

i need something to hold onto

i remember when all i worried about was making art...panting...drawing

going to school

and making milk and honey bowls for the fairies outside my window

i miss being a child, i miss my soul