Journeys...

[lostenemies]

list of men i trust:

john mulaney

andy samberg

[strawbearrybaby]

Michael Cera

[strawbearrybaby]

Danny Devito

[strawbearrybaby]

Dear Earth...

I give you permission

I let you in

I am on a mission

For your 360 spin

Steal my breath

At just the sight 

Before my death

I will make it right

Show me colours

That i can't understand

Breaking like fragile sand dollars

They just sit and Demand

Sounds like burning now

Wars and crimes

All i wonder is why

Don't you hear it the warning bells have chimed

Take my soul

As a part of you

Just a piece of your whole

Before you bid your adieu

I apologize on behalf

Of the humanity misplaced

Carved into you an epitaph

Filled with toxic waste

To you a mother and a goddess

The Earthly weight and duties

Even stripped of your beauty to darkness

All we showed was Cruelty

[strawbearrybaby]

The easiest way to

The easiest way to die is to stop loving yourself

which ironically because

The easiest way to bring yourself back is to..love yourself

[strawbearrybaby]

Lovely-Billie Eilish

Isn't it Lovely?

All lone?

Heart Made of Glass

My Mind of Stone

Tear Me to Pieces

Skin and Bone

Hello, Welcome Home 

[strawbearrybaby]

USED

it sucks being used

[strawbearrybaby]

MANIA

Hi im manic rn 

[strawbearrybaby]

SSDD

UPDATE;

I’m still trying to shower my existential crisis away and trying to write poetry...

[strawbearrybaby]

"Well when life gives you *voice crack* lemons :D

Me: *Tries to shower existential crisis away*

[strawbearrybaby]

Would you?

Would you...

Would you notice if you saw yourself in public?

Ordering a tea, or a latte?

"How peculiar?" Youll think as you realize maybe thats not you. As.in this world, this universe, you never quite seen your own face.

You look into a mirror everyday seeing a reflection..precisely just that

A picture? Well its just a meek photo, not your face.

Youve seen others faces yes, but not your own not in the physical sense.

Youve never been able to actually feast your eyes in your face, just second hand versions of it.

So i ask once more

Would you recognize yourself?

What if that second hand version if your face is merely an illusion? Or a haox?

Would you?

[strawbearrybaby]

I am in pain

[nobodysgirlxo]

[thepiscesactor-deactivated20121]

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

[strawbearrybaby]

If females are encouraged not to be ashamed, then males shouldnt be ashamed either.

[strawbearrybaby]

Kiss your fatal weapons and hope for mercy

[lostenemies]

list of men i trust:

john mulaney

andy samberg

[strawbearrybaby]

Michael Cera

[strawbearrybaby]

✨Kubo✨

[strawbearrybaby]

schizo man

He twitches as he walks by

His hands tremble and he murmurs gently

Sometimes he sits near me and talks to me, or does things to catch my attention like yell or blow on my hair

Sometimes he takes my hand a gentle offering of sweet affection

And sometimes he walks in circles around me making me anxious

He doesnt see that he makes me anxous and i don't dare tell him because he looks like hes in a state of calm

Sometimes his fingers glide along the back of my neck softly giving me the chills and aggrivating me

He knows it aggrivates me

So i get up and go to the bathroom where i run the shower and he sits in front taunting me with all my faults

He visciously chops at my mood and when i break down and sob quietly, the shower masking my sound, he comes over.

He scoots close and cradels me, apologizing, trembling nervously once again

He does this everynight and i wonder why i don't just get rid if him

And as if he reads my thoughts he says

"I have to remind you of these things...so that you will need me...so that i may cradle you in my arms and i may exist. For if you forget i will cease to be here with you"

I nod lightly...

That is my hallucination...he is my gently aggressive schizo man that no one but me can see or hear or hold...he exists only in my mind and in my life...i love my schizo man

[strawbearrybaby]

Living the life of an aesthetic Depressive Bipolar