[koiagain]

my aura too cunt My blog too suicidal my fit too mid My bitch hate me

[missyousoo]

I genuinely wanna believe it gets better but these past years have been proving otherwise. Im so tired of waking up with dread and nausea because I’m so anxious, crying until the point of a migraines etc etc and I do believe I’ve made improvements regarding my mental health but whenever it feels like I have a chance i feel like my hope is immediately stolen from me. like im constantly being humbled. and I can’t help but blame myself because I’ve become so accustomed to my sadness that once I spiral I just let it happen because I honestly feel most like myself when I’m depressed and it sucks because ik im truly a happy person deep down but there’s that part of me that likes being sad. this probably makes 0 sense but whateverr

[missyousoo]

I just wanna lay on someone’s chest and listen to their heartbeat

[riacain]

“you attract what u fear” ooooh lesbian vampires i’m sooo scared!

[opalwhisper]

i might be alone physically but i know some girl on tumblr is feeling the exact feeling as me

[missyousoo]

[softclitoris]

I need a hug

[missyousoo]

can an anvil just fall on my head atp

[laterkiss]

sometimes i blog so badly but then a mutual likes my post and it's like summer in my mouth

[laterkiss]

thankyou for summering with me we can also monsoon together anytime and autumn nicely next to each other, wintering through the seasons to be springing back again

[silenth1lls4]

they’re all gonna laugh at me 😂😂😂😂😂

[venus-starchild]

I just hope girls think I'm pretty

[missyousoo]

[dance-2-thisbeat]

Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｏｖｅｒ

[nneeemmmzzzzzzzzzz]

You don’t go viral on Tumblr, you Scream into the void, and just like a tree you hope someone hears you fall

[trainsandpaperplanes]

anhedonia which comes and goes

[rabbittongues]

[feaftlikeabeaft]

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”