[zegalba]

Georgia Gerber: A Promise Kept (1999)

[thecinnamongirlll-deactivated20]

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[roseforviolet]

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

@dog-teeth/nobody - mitski/@ lilrainpoety on instagram/little weirds - jenny slate/@blossomfully/@chaandajaan/strawberry blond - mitski/wishbone - richard siken/salt - salma deera/unable to find a source/mia hollow/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath/nobody - mitski/crush - richard siken

[thecosmoswhispers]

it's okay for you to leave.

will add credits!!! i swear!

. / . / . / doki doki literature club, Sayori's unsual poem 'get out of my head' / . / . / @/bpd-anz on tumblr / @/inanotheruniverse on tumblr / @/6aint on tumblr / .

[funnybutsadalso]

On Yearning

[fandom-trash-goblin]

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

[pragnn]

@paulaxdiez (ig) / japanese breakfast – boyish / unknown / @holyaches (x) / unknown / @ciøta / @amisouennemis / @rollercoasterwords / unknown / unknown / @chrysanthemum-white / Two Girls (Lovers) (1911), Egon Schiele / Going to Scotland, The Mountain Goats

[tuverras]

on silence, secrets, and (struggling against) shame.

red, white, and royal blue, casey mcquiston // diagnosis, cynthia cruz // with solitude, jane o. wayne // waiting for you to die so i can be myself, danez smith // so we must meet apart, jennifer s. cheng // call me by your name, andré aciman // the transformation of silence into language and action, audre lorde // x. a wish that came true, @anouri

[eggsdoodz]

🩷🌷🐑⭐️🎀

[resqectable]

“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”

— Unknown

[gaywitches]

Lesbian Beds by Tammy Rae Carland

[rosavaya]

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

[anarchistmemedistro]

[mentalhealthmemesofficial]

[notthegrouch]

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” 

- Vincent van Gogh

[valtsv]

[thoodleoo]

grieving as an adult is so funny it's like. im sobbing my eyes out i'm laughing like a maniac im pondering the mortality of everything around me. ok glad thats out of my system because i have a dentist appointment in an hour

[punkenglishnerd]

“I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as, possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it had made me suffer. But the silence of the evening, as I wandered home, had nothing to do with that storm, that far-off boy. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.”

— Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin