☽ I make art when I want to die ☾

unless reblogged all art is my own 20yo | she/her | bpd blog cw: please proceed with caution

[imakeartwheniwanttodie]

He said: "Coffee?"

He poured the coffee into two mugs,

remember?

You didn’t take a mug.

His coffee in front of him on the desk

half filled

he examined you.

"…What's the problem?"

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Even when I’m happy

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[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

Unknown

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Tell me.

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You will.

[typically-divergent]

it’s not even a fear of abandonment anymore, it’s anticipated. it’s practically backed by science with the amount of times it’s happened.

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You still tell me you love me

like I don’t know the truth

and I look at you with my heavy heart

that still whispers

'I love you too'

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[borderlinepdfeels]

[imakeartwheniwanttodie]

And there I was. Alone with the big and scary feelings

And I didn’t know how to let them go

And so I held onto them.

So I kept them.

[heavyrain-dc]

“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”

— Myra McEntire

[netflixandnudez]

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