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jenna, 28 / personal / music "she was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.”

[natazilla]

[heartshop]

“(The itch to ask whether I’m still loved; and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.)”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

[zvrt]

[drowsyspace]

[mymemphisparade]

[lizardeater706-deactivated20201]

I’m bright and untouched. I’m everything you need. I am the sunshine peeking in through your windows. You gasped yourself awake when my lips touched your skin. And then a smile. You are my fresh air. My lungs are no longer shaking. I have found my place in the world and it is with you.

[grace--upon--grace]

Hannah Westby

[mysterymeat6649127739816]

why is everything so hard but not actually that hard just i cant do it

[xshayarsha]

some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea

Ocean Vuong, from Night Sky with Exit Wounds; My Father Writes From Prison. (via xshayarsha)

[melisica]

I wanna be of use.

[wellbutrinboy]

god grant me the serenity to do it to em

[wellbutrinboy]

and the courage to accept that i had to

[horreurscopes]

there is literally no logical, emotional, aesthetic, philosophical, moral, or sexy reason for the sun to be gone at 4.30 pm 

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[cry4me]

[nothingbutaconcept]

a mistake, a casualty, a miscalculation. always on my part.

daydreams of death seem so far in my past but that was only yesterday. today i realized that it wasn’t normal to feel an endless pit of despair in your stomach. that there are people out there who planned for their future past 25, starting at 16. most people feel joy more times than not and i am here just grasping to make sense of the word. when will it not feel like a mistake for never acting on those unwavering thoughts? when will my life feel like it’s mine and that i’m not living for anyone else? when will life not feel like a consistent, monotonous drone?

unanswered. guilt will always remind me that i have the power to change everything. i could reach out to my partner, i could talk to someone, i could be prescribed medication, i could do anything besides lay in bed. but it’s too embarrassing not to have a reason why; i have no reason to feel this way. i’m a small girl from a small town with no previous trauma who is sad and lets it be a crutch. but please know i want to do anything but this. i want to be a better person more than anything. i want to be somebody, anybody, than this shell of melancholia.

[jamausis]

want to.. kiss…. very sleepy

[sweet-cider]