Where Death Is The Cure

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[neozlicembe]

[gothredy]

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Mermaid Fountain at Tokyo DisneySea

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[perfectquote]

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

[serratedpens]

Barbara Crooker, “Red Amaryllis”

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[whimsicalcharmbox]

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

he and I shall write the ending in blood

[thoughtkick]

“When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.”

— Unknown

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

in the end, she found the immortal part of herself again

[vexheart]

[remanence-of-love]

[spilledthoughts6317]

I don’t know how to explain that it’s not about wanting to die, it’s about wanting things to stop hurting.

like a room that never turns off its lights buzzing, humming, too loud even in silence and my skin is just where the noise lands.

people think it’s an ending I’m looking for but it’s more like a pause button on a life that keeps spilling over its edges.

I am not asking for nothing I am asking for less of everything at once for my thoughts to stop arriving like alarms for my chest to stop feeling like it forgot how to be still.

I carry days that feel too sharp to hold and I keep them anyway because I don’t know where else to put them.

and if I could translate it properly I would say: I don’t want to disappear I just want the hurt to leave the room first so I can finally breathe in it again.

[quiltinginspo]

“Cherry Blossom Spring” and “Evening Showers” by Helene Knott