*Triggering Possibilities*

Life's a bitch, and then you die.

[darkhelvete-deactivated20180918]

[anastasiatasou]

[112196355]

Imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 a minute

[lettingmyselflove]

[mysteery]

[aubs-of-steel-deactivated201708]

[oatbee]

do dogs know that they’re cute?

[sweetsurrendermm]

[nosdrinker]

at least i can admit i’m a piece of shit

[roronoa1995]

[animalsnaps]

[pigmenting]

Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..” but what I’d really like to say is: “My name means island of the ships but once I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck- not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.” I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s. They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special. The doctors, they want facts not details. “I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“ The right or the left? Conversation over. The teachers, they want interests, hobbies. You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do? The adults are a spew of questions. What school do you go to? What classes are you taking? What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend? No, stop. People my own age are the worst. “I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.” Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know, done it? I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2 my goals at a stop light at traffic hour, my medical history on a billboard for the world to see. But what about me? Where’s the chance to say, “I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets, and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down so I can swim with the stars. I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it. It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome. I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years, each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.” No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.

Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened”

[k4nt]

[fuckedxupxshit]

It hurts a lot, but I like when my head spins.

[unicornmunch]

[tilltheseascatchfire]

[bloodorannge-deactivated2022121]

You look at me with disappointment in your eyes but i warned you from the start i really am not good enough

f.a