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if i eat one more thing i will be dropping off of the face of the earth - that's a promise
they’re literally me
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the monsters from the scooby doo movie (2002) are unironic thinspo
looking forward to burning in hell.
i hope i see you there.
What horrifies me the most is the idea of being useless: Well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle-age.
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
are you a forest fire? have you been a forest fire? will you be a forest fire? when will you be a forest fire?
hey god,
i saw one of your angels today, bloody and bruised and battered, slumped over the hood of a ‘79 chevy truck. do you not love him? he was crying for you. oh, but a mother’s love is not unconditional—a father’s love is like a hurricane. do you not love me? all i wanted was to be good enough. i’m dancing on glass and fingering the trigger these days, these days, these days. my world is burning outside these dirty windows. my car kicks into overdrive on the way home, five thousand rpms, danger zone. it’s like it knows home is no home at all, panicking like i do when the driveway fades into view. i got sick this morning. why don’t you pick up when i ring heaven’s landline? i saw another one of your angels last week, head down outside the quik mart in dixiana, tired eyes and even tireder wings. do you not love us? have mercy on the sinners. it’s all we’ve got left. god, i saw your only son, dead and bleeding out on the cross. do you not love any of us? a family’s love is like cancer, settling deep inside until you can’t tell where you start and it ends. it never lets go. i’m on my knees, please, just let me be good enough. why am i not good enough? is it not enough to bleed and to cry and to scream and to abstain? the city lights are calling. pick up the phone.
i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight i will lose weight
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
in the mirror,
in my mind,
with you,
not good enough.
i’ll bleed myself dry trying but that’s all i’ll do - try.
The Rabbit Catcher
by Sylvia Plath
It was a place of force— The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair, Tearing off my voice, and the sea Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead Unreeling in it, spreading like oil.
I tasted the malignity of the gorse, Its black spikes, The extreme unction of its yellow candle-flowers. They had an efficiency, a great beauty, And were extravagant, like torture.
There was only one place to get to. Simmering, perfumed, The paths narrowed into the hollow. And the snares almost effaced themselves— Zeros, shutting on nothing,
Set close, like birth pangs. The absence of shrieks Made a hole in the hot day, a vacancy. The glassy light was a clear wall, The thickets quiet.
I felt a still busyness, an intent. I felt hands round a tea mug, dull, blunt, Ringing the white china. How they awaited him, those little deaths! They waited like sweethearts. They excited him.
And we, too, had a relationship— Tight wires between us, Pegs too deep to uproot, and a mind like a ring Sliding shut on some quick thing, The constriction killing me also.
you’re not hungry, you’re just bored
a bit of downtown girl thinspo i guess (block dont report !!)
i think that, inherently, i am a bad person.