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[storm-of-feathers]

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

[mrdaytonaa]

The pain i feel every single day is seriously so unbearable. I had a whole post written, well almost, and deleted it.

I noticed something today that made me recoil. Or, rather, I renoticed it.

I am so completely hollow inside, and fear the end of so many things.

I’m afraid of so many things. And literally can’t tell a single soul. I am devastatingly alone.

[moldavite]

sometimes i have a thought so mentally ill i can feel it fizzle in my skull

[macrolit]

“… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

— 1Q84, Haruki Murakami

[mrdaytonaa]

i wish i could kill myself but id just be really pissed if i went to hell, or worse, woke up

[mrdaytonaa]

everyday feels like someone is throwing a handful of dirt on my coffin except im still alive

[mrdaytonaa]

thinking about killing myself again, i just hate feeling the way i do & like there’s no one to go to

[mrdaytonaa]

having no friends because people don’t understand you is a different type of loneliness

[mrdaytonaa]

the sadness i feel inside is eating away at me once again, i have always know one day i would finally rot so thoroughly id waste away into nothingness.

i have tried for years to crawl my way out of this miserable feeling. every grueling lurch forward towards happiness was thwarted by someone or something who only saw the external packaging of someone who they believed to be naive and vulnerable. i tried to give the unworthy the benefit of the doubt & not give heed to warnings that were painted in electric colors cautioning me to retreat.

yet im angry at nobody, just myself. i just want to crawl into myself & vanish.

i never knew where to go from here but everytime i found a way- where will i go this time? who will i become this time?

[goldenbuttonsnpearls]

Vogue US, October 1984. Photo by Irving Penn.

[slab-o-meat]

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It was a lucky April shower It was the most convenient door I found a million dollar baby In a five and ten cent store.

[questionableadvice]

~ The Book of Good Manners, Frederick H. Martens, 1923

[carpethedamndiem]

The legend, Bob Ross - a true shaman of serenity.

[mrdaytonaa]

why do i feel this way again? i thought i had moved on from this

[eudaimmonia]

“this reminds me of you” ok kiss me then

[acathedralofswanz]

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via loveage-moondream)

[coquette-club]