tay.

wednesdays child is full of woe.

[remanence-of-love]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)

[remanence-of-love]

[dearlovex3]

Let the next one be the last 🙏

[pollen]

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

[maxxie-or-smth]

every 5 minutes i go wow i NEED to kill myself and then i ignore it because i have things to do

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[saddbitchposts]

For forever it seems

[unseenmonstermuse]

Stop being so considerate in situations where you are not even considered. Kindness is a gift, not an obligation. You will be drained if you continue pouring into those people who never reciprocate. Place your warmth toward those who reflect it back to you.

[taysversionn]

i hate that i hate myself so much.

that taking a blade across my skin sounds like a relief.

that i deserve all of the pain and suffering.

i am struggling so bad to stay sane.

[kittensinteacupsxo]

“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

—

[maxxie-or-smth]

i need to killl myself but like nonchalantly

[les-fleur]

I'm totally okay, I just need to get hit by a bus.

[taysversionn]

would someone like to tell me what the fuck

[thissweetenamor]

i’m so burnt out

i wanna cuddle and be taken care of

[taysversionn]

i’m so tired of being an afterthought

never once being considered

only kept around because i’m useful

my only value being what i contribute

you wear my tragedies as trophies

you act as if you were the knight that saved me

but you were the dragon

hiding me away from the world

and the world away from me.

i would’ve rather permanent solitude

than the desolation of conditional love.

being kept and not chosen is pain

and in the end it is me that gets slain.

[taysversionn]

from the very bottom of my heart, i am so tired.

[fromhersoul]

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959