I would love to continuously punch myself in the face and knock myself out
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@rayarainstears
I would love to continuously punch myself in the face and knock myself out
I want to die I want to be dead I don’t want to exist anymore I’m hurting I’m hurting so much I need it all to end. I don’t want this anymore.
Is it brave or stupid to take a match to a straw house
To strike flint and fan the flame
To Watch a room fill up with your smoke
And still complain about the mess you’ve made.
I am a dandelion
I am a dandelion
and I'll tell you why.
A dandelion is always changing.
They open and close with new petals for each summer and season.
A dandelion belongs to no one
and I can't say I belong anywhere.
I change with each season; I've grown.
My clothes are too small, my road is too narrow and this town is too tiny.
But, I am a dandelion.
I can grow anywhere.
I am determined and like a dandelion, my resilience is overlooked.
You cannot get rid of me that easily!
you can try,
and maybe I'll disappear for a while
For a while but not forever.
I'll be back again next year.
Send me asks
Send me:
“would you ever….”
“have you ever….”
your honest opinion of me
assumptions about me and I’ll confirm or deny them
“what’s your favourite….”
confessions
ask for advice
random questions
Catching and keeping hope
Like it or not I am a dreamer.
With both palms facing up
Hoping to catch something with cupped hands
I’m a dreamer
But I need something I can touch, feel and hold close because I’m tired of the constant feeling of inadequacy
How can I want for nothing?
Am I not a dreamer?
I want something cleaner
Something pure
Why can’t I close my eyes and picture the life I desire anymore?
Will you not indulge me?
For I am a dreamer
With hope.
Am I naive?
Is it silly for someone like me to entertain a dream
I know the odds
I’m not afraid to bet on loosing dogs
My hunger is my power my lack is my drive
Today I will catch and keep,
I will take my seeds of hope and plant them
Today I will let my tears water the ground
And my faith be beacon of light
My hungry is my power
My lack is my drive which I will use make something I can call beautiful
Icl I’ve been having a shit time
Break me into pieces
So you can digest me easily
Break me into pieces
Because mighty are the many
Break me into pieces
That’s the only way you’ll feel better about yourself.
My world is getting bigger
I have to keep reminding myself that I did what I had to survive.
Feeling like a sad plant
i am a forest fire — and i am the fire & i am the forest — and i am a witness watching it . ࿐ mitski ,, ''a burning hill.''
My love
away from my fixed reality does she lay.
Finally at peace as she trickles through lost sounds and scents.
She has welcomed what all mortals fear
She Beckons me to join her
My love, she says.
As I draw nearer
My tongue turns to leather
Stars refract off the tiled floor
Blue and white bleaches the retina
As I’m
Flirting with my fate face down.
The feminine urge to romanticise everything shit that has ever happened to me
Everything she does is so beautiful.
Absolutely everything.
Nothing is more painful than loving a lost cause.
“I’m a lost little girl, finding my way to ya”
-Arcadia