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«I miss the comfort in being sad»

[wetheurban]

The lack of respect was the closure. The lack of apology was the closure. The lack of care was the closure. The lack of accountability was the closure. The lack of honesty was the closure.

[echoesofsaturn]

as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache

[dog-teeth]

affirmations for being in your mid twenties

[dog-teeth]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[haleyincarnate]

A necessary reminder for you and for me. I will allow myself to hurt but I will not let it consume me. I will feel everything I need to and still, in the end, pick myself back up.

[dog-teeth]

something to recognize that choosing recovery again and again is difficult work, and you are not weak for faltering

[extrasad]

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

[ionicsky]

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

[danielcalmdown]

It's tru

[fairycosmos]

im so sad so many people only see worth in doing something if you are able to monetize it. what if i just wanted to draw like kids with you for an afternoon. sing badly or play shit music with each other. cook a crappy cake and eat it together. what then

[cloudswamp]

more and more, margaret atwood

[weltenwellen]

Jennifer Chang, from "The Skin's Broken Aria"

[dailykafka]

— August 3, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries

[kosmogrl]

via stellareye on tiktok

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ruth Tiffanny Beuscher

[mercipxurlevenin]

It gets so fucking lonely at night and I don't even know who I am anymore

[orpheuslament]

(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)