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@moltenmasochrist
The ground itself bleeding molten light.
I'm sorry I can't tell you how I feel about you. I forget how to exist every time you ask.
I feel like killing myself every time I try to express anything.
my top hobbies are shame and embarrassment but i also occasionally dabble in envy
as my final act of love, i’ll stop bothering you.
I have no problems other than I actually just need to kill myself still.
Sever dissociation and he's asking me for emotional availability. Help a girl out 😭
Nah he really asking the dissociative bitch to feel while he mad.
Sever dissociation and he's asking me for emotional availability. Help a girl out 😭
probably feels really good to jump off a building
piercing placement idea: prefrontal cortex
I'll be outside sitting on a stump in the company of cockroaches, tall weeds, and circling helicopters while I reconnect with nature.
I'm being manipulated but it's fine.
i've been spending the whole night awake and getting to bed at dawn these past few days and, past the guilt of missing my morning classes, i think im realizing this is my perfect rythm. i used to panic when the sky got lighter but i'm starting to find it really comforting getting to drift off in the morning blue haze.
and the curse is broken, violently, the moment i lock eyes with one of those morning people on their way to work. i am the ghost you weren't meant to see, you are the real world intruding on my nocturnal fantasy ; we are looking at eachother like two beasts in the wild, sitting at the twighlight, not quite sure which of us is the predator, and which is the pray.
Enemies to inkjet printers.
In case anyone wants to know how my life is going