lost in a world of my own

im jealous of the stars in your eyes

[poisntree]

[sleeprough]

i don't care.

[funeral]

The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted.

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited

[brokestrapmountain]

Love me and eat me. Possession, Andrzej Żuławski // Tanaka Mhishi, Literary Sexts // Hélène Cixous, Stigmata // Jennifer’s Body, Karyn Kusama // Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz // Killer, Phoebe Bridgers // Bones and All, Luca Guadagnino // Famous Last Words (An Ode To Eaters), Ethel Cain // Hannibal, Bryan Fuller

[funeral]

Angela Foster and Vega Zagier Roberts, Managing Mental Health in the Community

[funeral]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[facinaoris]

Grit: A Poetry Collection, Silas Denver Melvin

[apocalypseswhore]

they're minor inconveniences TO YOU. i WILL consider killing myself

[boyhood]

My audience is God, because who the hell else could understand me? Who else has been dead twice?

The words boil out of me, coil after coil of sinuous possibility. The cosmos unravels from my mouth,  all fullness, all vacancy.

— Margaret Atwood, from Half-Hanged Mary

[i-will-recover-tomorrow]

[internetcatgrrl-deactivated2022]

i am going to reconnect with nature (im going to kms in a forest and let my body rot there)

[tyaz]

If he stabbed me violently with a feral look in his face I'd get lost in his beautiful eyes

[wordscanbeenough]

“And I saw it didn’t matter / who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone.”

— Dorianne Laux, from “After Twelve Days of Rain”, What We Carry

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

“I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone And all i loved, i loved alone.”

— Edgar Allan Poe, From “Alone.”

[morbidspit-deactivated20250113]

cam princess </3

[primulaceas]

Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

[woundthatswallows]

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[texaschainsawmascara]

Silk - Wolf Alice / The Last Temptation of Christ / Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain / The Fate of My Seven Husbands - Traci Brimhall / stage direction from Antonin Artaud’s The Jet of Blood / Andalusia - Lisa Marie Basile / Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey / Jewish concentration camp prisoner / Andrea Gibson / Ethel Cain / Blasphemies At The 5th Street Station - S. Osburn / Self Injury - Allie Long / Terrible Lie - Nine Inch Nails / Post Traumatic Stress Disorder With Han - Eugenia Leigh / The Civil War - Anne Sexton / Half-Cocked - Ethel Cain