ojovivo
The Bowery Presents
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Mike Driver
Cosimo Galluzzi
EXPECTATIONS
Keni
hello vonnie
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

oozey mess
cherry valley forever
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blake kathryn
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
YOU ARE THE REASON
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macklin celebrini has autism
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@mybrainisbroken
The pain I don't say out loud, builds a home inside me.
Olivia Gatwood
I was a fucking idiot to think things would get better!!!
Why don't other people find life as hard as I do? I think about death everyday. I'm so overwhelmed. Everything is sooo hard. I don't know if I really want to die or if I just can't live. I want someone or something to strip me of all my responsibilities, all the pressure. If that is death then so be it.
this is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. but, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. i see you and i feel you and i am you. it’s going to be okay.
anyone else feel like they’re too damaged to be loved or is it just me
something will always be wrong with me. i will never be whole
“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice
I want to scream and cry and die, all at the same time. It feels like my heart is being squeezed and it hurts so fucking much but it’s also so empty at the same time. I just want everything to fucking stop.
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I don't wish to die, rather I desire to not exist. To not have to experience this anymore. To never have been born. To go to sleep, forever. There is such bliss in nothingness, that I will never get to feel.
“I do not like who I am. There is nothing good about me anymore. I am sick of wasting my time. I am worn out, I am really tired.”
— there is no point of me being here if I am not doing anything useful