[lowkeybaddiee-deactivated202109]

[angstyindie-blog]

[technetics]

[serious]

[griminfo2]

[a-boy-cutting]

Depression in summer is weird. It’s not dark and brooding, for me - it’s white and hazy and confusing. You feel very absent from everyone and everything and all the light seems a little too bright for your tired eyes.

[masaism-deactivated20231104]

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

That was her. PURE, LUCID, EVIL. I’d sleep all right with that on top of me.

Bertolt Brecht, from Poems 1913 - 1956 (via stoicremains)

[quoted-books]

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.

Amanda Grace, But I Love Him  (via quoted-books)

[luxelouubygemmalouise-deactivat]

[blacksandy]

[panamaweddings]

Do you think we’re worth saving?

Six Word Stories #8. (via panamaweddings)

[juaok]

sour grapes (2016)

[thatsbutterbaby]

[themindmovement]

Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via themindmovement)

[numbless]

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

He tasted like summer, but our story was winter.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)