where the poetry goes to die

this is my typical depressed black and white blog. i suffer from bulima and i do self harm but i dont promote it

[thatemokitty]

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[thatemokitty]

Haven’t posted in awhile❤️

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[thatemokitty]

It's hard to love someone who doesn't give a fuck about themselves.

@thatemokitty

[standingcowrrdly]

y’all keep saying that 2012 being the end of the world was a hoax but has any year since then actually felt real???

[fairygrasstype]

this post fucked me up

[lil-skeeter]

[thatemokitty]

Heartbroken nights.

[thatemokitty]

You're always on my mind.

[lil-skeeter]

[life-is-just-a-metaphor]

Every 40 seconds someone commits suicide.

If you feel like your the next person, watch the clock till the end and remind yourself you’ll be okay in another 40 seconds.

[novakita]

this needs to be on everyone’s blog

[thatemokitty]

They never do .

[thy-devil-princess-deactivated2]

[thatemokitty]

Heartbroken nights.

[thatemokitty]

"When your world comes crashing down and all you can do is sit there and remember where it all went wrong"

Thatemokitty

[thatemokitty]

I'm back Tumblr! Expect more posts now

[gulaabs-deactivated20230921]

self-destruction doesn’t always look like taking too many pills or cutting your skin open. sometimes it’s drinking coffee when you know caffeine gives you panic attacks. sometimes it’s crossing the street without looking both ways. sometimes it’s showering with the water a little too hot. sometimes it’s avoiding eye contact with your reflection in the mirror or ridiculing your problems rather than addressing them. sometimes it’s walking out without sunscreen in scorching heat and not wearing enough when it’s freezing out. self destruction isn’t always physical mutilation, mostly it’s masked as little things so never assume what someone may be going through just bc they don’t show you visible signs of suffering.