#lonelybutloud

[thatgirlsally]

I stitched my skin back together with cigarette ash and mascara tears. Don’t ask if I’m okay. I’ll lie. Or worse - I’ll tell the truth.

Love doesn’t live here. Just the ghosts of people I let ruin me because silence felt lonelier than pain.

Some days I think I’m healing. Most days I know I’m just decorating the wreckage.

[thatgirlsally]

bruh, everyone's out here acting like they've got their life together. babe, I can't even find my emotional stability and you're judging my outfit? anyway, stay hydrated, stay delusional, stay away from me some of you need therapy, some of you need a personality and honestly some of you need both

xoxo, your local disaster with opinions 😌

[thatgirlsally]

You pull me under like it's mercy Say my name like it could save me I don't fight it, I just breathe you in Like drowning's where I'm meant to be

You leave your marks in quiet places Where no one else would ever see If this is love, don't make it painless I need to feel you ruining me

@thatwilheminavenable

[thatgirlsally]

I've had this urge to eat razor blades for days now … I just want to see what happens. Anyone else?

[thatgirlsally]

Watch You Bleed

Haunt Me · Watch You Bleed · Song · 2025

I want you on your knees, I wanna hear you plead, I wanna watch you bleed, I wanna see you crawl, I wanna hear you scream

[thatgirlsally]

I crave violence. Can you teach me how to kill someone?

Did someone hurt you? Or what's going on?

[thatgirlsally]

ooc: Why do I keep reading people whining about missing old Tumblr?! People don't miss it. They miss being creative without trying. You want it back? Then do something. Nothing's stopping you. Write. Edit. Post nonsense. Talk to strangers. Missing it does absolutely nothing.

[thatgirlsally]

I’m a wildfire burning everything good inside me - and I don’t even try to put myself out anymore. I’m poison wrapped in skin, a curse I wear like a second face. Every scar is a map of my failures, every breath a reminder I don’t deserve to be saved. I tear myself apart piece by piece, because maybe the only way to feel something real is through destruction, while I'm trying not to disappear completely into the darkness I keep feeding.

I’m drowning in the ruin of myself, and yet I keep sinking, craving the collapse, the burn, the final undoing. Maybe I don’t want to be saved. Maybe I want to be consumed.