Xanax

I hope one day, you become aware of the things that make you sad, and have the courage to leave them all behind, and I hope you fall in love,hard with books and music, flowers and life, I hope you find what you are looking for and be happy.I always have a picture in my head of what I want.I will literally do anything to make it happen.I will kill myself, I will run myself into the graund to make it happen how i want it to happen.Keep your head up high

[letsbeapoemtogether]

It seems to me that I only begin to live after the sun has gone down and the stars have come out.

Vita Sackville-west, from a letter to Virginia Woolf c. September 1925

[playburo]

David Hoffman

[cyberxbattalion]

[wordedarchive]

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[scottishstoner]

White powder up my nose once again, I feel it flowing through my veins, making me feel alive when I’m dead inside. It’s just a distraction, it doesn’t last, I’ll never get over some of the past. I snort it up anyway and pretend I’m fine, play my music and take another line.

- my fine line(s) by j.a (me @scottishstoner )

[detached0l]

[kosmogrl]

[lnfinitelyfucked-deactivated201]

I went from happy and falling in love to high and falling apart

[dreaming--and--doing]

“if we make it through december, everything’s gonna be alright, I know.”

if we make it through december

[poetry-siir]

[goldpixy-deactivated20230510]

[11291100]

[neckkiss]

“Who says study will get you work? Who says school will get you class? Who said that job will get you the cash? Who said the loan will save your ass? Who said money covers all the expenses? Who said love will save the kids? Who says forever is not divorce? Who says your dream will get you a Porsche? Who says that life is not death? Who said wearing brands is having style? Who said that original is not fake? Who said that those pills will get you high? Who said that drugs will make you smile? Who said that gas will get me the miles? Bla-bla-bla, they keep talkin’ blah.”

— Tommy Cash

[remanence-of-love]

[she-writer]

Meant to survive

They always told us we wouldn’t make it. We were weak, protected, unaware… misfits: the black sheep of generations. We were not considered fierce, but crazed. Looking forward to the future and blamed for daydreaming… going back to our origins- called out for living in the past. Yet here we stand, alone in the flames, dressed in our sins and dreams, not minding the burn, but craving the warmth.

•pics not mine, credit to the owners, but text belongs to me•

[afterse7en]

You shouldn’t have to numb yourself to feel happiness

[archangelcowboy]

Catherine Lacey | Richard Kadrey