name's ahna.

Kinda wanna die, kinda wanna live it out to see what else happens because I’m gonna die at the end anyway. Life is cool. #but you could shoot me and I'd be okay

[miiriya]

[thepowerwithin]

Shed your skin and dive deeper into your true self. Do this over and over again, as many times as you need to.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

[aseaofquotes]

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

[amargedom]

“Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.”

— Edgar Allan Poe, “To” (via amargedom)

[thepowerwithin]

“Every moment is precious. Even the smallest bits count. How will you grow? How will you choose to mould your life?”

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

[anditslove]

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things

[imjustascaredlilgirl]

[skatedistrict]

Same place, different day.

[awesomeness2]

Awesome color study

[silver-tongues-blog]

fantasy adventure genre vs survival horror genre

[leedleleedleleedleleedlelee]

I just cooked chili and I'm proud of myself

It's been weeks, maybe even months, since I've cooked anything substantial for myself. Between bouts of depression and not having anyone else to cook for (I live alone), I have little motivation to do it. But I buckled down and forced myself to cook some chili tonight and it's healthy and good and I am content. :)

[lizbetweenthelines-deactivated2]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

[cherrybam-blog]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[pianouran]

A poor Egyptian kitchen with a pyramid view.

[tordenvejr]

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

[luvbey]

i just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while

[rydersworldbro]

Trapped in a house with an unlocked door - there’s nothing left to go outside for. I’ve developed a habit of excavating my skin every time I walk past a reflective surface and catch a glimpse of the blemishes that cover me. My face looks like a murder scene; obscene, and when I see - I can’t help but pick a little more - sores and blood blisters cluster up next to each other like constellations of violations I’ve inflicted upon myself. I’ve already tried to get help - don’t look at me like I’m choosing this - this is the last place I want to be but I’m here now and I’m trying my best to claw my way out. I can’t seem to be heard no matter how loud I shout and my throat is getting hoarse from screaming into deaf ears of the long nights of wakefulness. I hate this shit. They say tomorrow is another day, and everything eventually gets better. But my days and nights bleed together so time doesn’t have the same meaning to me, and your empty words are more hollow than the bleeding would be. I just need a release.

Trapped With Myself In This Hell // ©️@rarasworldbro