Your Head, My Voice.

A collection of arbitrary works & writings, with special guest appearances by: My Neuroses and Various Mental Health Disorders.

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Does anybody even actually read my Tumblr? Nope, because I don't have any friends.

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Late Night Reflections:

It's still pretty surreal to me that I have been hopelessly overcome by & battling heroin addiction for almost a year now... My whole life, I never once fathomed that to be any kind of a possibility for myself, my life, my future... The thought had never once even crossed my mind. It's funny how things, life, can play out. Even though my battle with heroin addiction will prove (& has proven) to be one of the most difficult, taxing and dangerous fights of my life, I am indescribably grateful that I am at a point in my life & ongoing recovery, where I feel comfortable enough to be able to reflect and speak openly & freely about it -- in spite of how much shame, sorrow and emptiness I feel because of it. I am lucky to still be here. I am lucky that I have only been consumed & overtaken by addiction for just a year (really, a little less than), rather than years, decades... I am lucky to have so much love and support from my family and Ken, my boyfriend, the love of my life. I am fighting -- everyday: morning, noon and night -- for them, for him, for myself, for my future, our future, our lives.

[proustitute]

Every true poet is a monster.

Tomaž Šalamun, from “Folk Song,” trans. Charles Simic (via proustitute)

[cracked]

If you had to go to a third world country and explain your daily routine to people, you would sound like a monster.

6 Things You Do Every Day That Have Horrifying Consequences

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"Demons" by Julianne Dulis

"Fight off all of your demons; Battle on until the bitter end.” Easier said than done — My demons have become my friends.

In those moments that I spent on top, And in the darkest of hours I had to bare: I knew that I was never alone, For, my demons, too, were there.

As every “fine line” began to blur or disappear, I was sleeping with danger’ous vices; My demons knew no fear.

My attempts to straddle & walk the line Between what’s good, righteous & bad Were met with failure & futile, at best. In the end, my demons were all I had.

I tried my best to hide them, Keeping all outside the know. Over time, my walls came crumbling down. My demons soon began to show.

As suspicions became assumptions, And assumptions became truth, I admitted defeat & folded my hand. My demons’ days were through.

For now, I battle on. The war within my soul still wages. Though, my demons have not, yet, truly gone; They live within these pages.

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Together we are a raging storm But we create a beautiful sky

(via thinnerdreamers)