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its pretty simple all you need is a fuckbuddy a better job a good therapist welbutrin clothes made from high quality natural fibers a good diet lots of water a social network a supportive family a fulfilling hobby a comfortable bed two hundred dollar leather shoes sun exposure (but not too much) a silk pillowcase a workout routine an education rich parents a 401k a trip abroad a plan for the future a short commute no debt a hair stylist you trust white teeth no roommates wool socks a costco membership good insurance a screentime limiter clear skin a healthy sleep schedule and a blunt!

templetv-deactivated20260211

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

ivynightshade

fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

ivynightshade

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

heavensghost

‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’

Words by Clementine Von Radics

clementinevonradics

“This is the house that built me and I’m gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You’ve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.”

— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics

hel7l7

I just wanna fight him. Fight someone. I want a place for all of this anger. I don't want to be so angry all the time. But it hurts. It just hurts so much. And I don't know how to let the anger go. I keep feeling guilty for what he did. I feel guilty for who I had to become to survive. And now he's making himself the victim and I can't fucking cope. I was a child. A fucking child. He ruined me. He ruined me. He ruined me. How can you do that to a child? And how can I stop being angry?