the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad
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the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad
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they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of
im too old to keep fucking around and finding out
im just a fucking button leave me alone
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on may 25th, in the early hours of the morning, the thrashing stopped. her panicked pleas went quiet, and she drifted up, out, onto the street, down the drain. she was never so peaceful, even in sleep. but when her heart released, her throat unclenched, her chest lightened, she went with them. untethered and unbound. she billowed through the world, unseen by any and all. she was happy though the thought never crossed her mind. nothing did. nothing would ever have to again. so, she was happy— and no one, including her, would ever know.
can i go one day of exam season without wanting to neck myself oh my FUCKING GOD
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panicking because guests will be arriving soon and throwing a blanket over yourself
(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
look at her look at her, do you see her?
she sits as if the world were on her shoulders
but she does not cry, nor yelp, nor sigh,
instead she holds within her eyes sorrow
enough to drown the 7 oceans,
she sits and hopes the distance will collapse in
on her crushing hope and heart
needa be like the waves in an aivazovsky painting
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its one of those puddings in a cup and once u pop it out it gets kinda flat and starts crying
i felt a funeral in my brain is just so true