𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 ♡

[saintofroses]

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[millecrepefairy]

[saintofroses]

i can not live like this any longer

[vegaofthelyre]

Snow by Anne Sexton

[blackdow]

my foot hanging off the bed i don't even care anymore just let the monster take me ...

[saintofroses]

i’m a good-for-nothing blank page tucked away at the end of a book. i’m so embarrassing

[saintofroses]

ooh ive been dead a long time

[pittedpeach]

Pieces of flesh that should have gone rusted over but instead stayed soft and wet while I beat my shoulders against the floorboards and waited for the tiles to swallow me up. Watch me bleat like the sheep I should have been born as and then let me go into the radiator slaughterhouse where I am reduced to my most valuable parts and forced to watch as all the extra sinew is tossed away.

[pittedpeach]

[pittedpeach]

There is another you inside you The you inside you pulls you tight into the inside, so your fingernails curl inward and your outer ears swirl into the inside of your body you would probably leave this life the moment the you inside you lets go of the hand that grabs

[pittedpeach]

“The years came in which I was once again forced to discover that a primordial urge dwelt within me myself, an urge that had to crawl away and hide from the bright, permissible world. As it happens to everyone, I too was attacked by the gradually awakening perception of sex as an enemy and destroyer, as something forbidden, as seduction and sin. What my curiosity sought, what caused me dreams, pleasure, and anxiety, the great mystery of puberty, just didn’t fit into the sheltered happiness of my childlike peace. I did what everyone does. I led the double life of a child who really isn’t a child anymore. My conscious dwelt in the familiar, permissible world, my conscious denied the existence of the new world that was dawning. But at the same time I was living in dreams, urges, and wishes of a subterranean kind, over which that conscious life built more and more anxious bridges, because my child’s world was collapsing within me.”

— Herman Hesse, Demian

[saintofroses]

god i need to die

[emixlea]

New blogpost, went to Shinjuku, Harayuku and Shibuya!~

[materialchanel]

““She was like milk - too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to be spoiled.””

— - Sarah Waters, Fingersmith (via sapphosticated)

[saintofroses]

[saintofroses]

i feel so stupid

[saintofroses]

nothing feels better than

the moment you

forgot pain

and lived forever on