I am a sick, sick girl

30 yo, Aries, GA. Heroin addict. Recovering.

[throwupyourfeelings]

[throwupyourfeelings]

the spring is gone

but a lots gone on forever

and i cant forget

[throwupyourfeelings]

I had a series of dreams about you.  Three in a row.  The first one was a recreation of  what it’d been like when we were young.  We’d been in line at the movies, an eternal and mind-boggling line.  We couldn’t figure out what we wanted to see, and the line was so long that we couldn’t read the marquee.  It didn’t really matter to us anyway.  Going to the movies was just an excuse for us to be together.  You had your arms around me, and I had my arms around you.

In the second, we were having dinner with your family.  I spent the whole dream speaking Spanish, and your family didn’t dislike me for it at all.

In the last dream, I was waiting for you.  It felt like I was waiting forever.  Finally, you pulled up in your truck.  You got out to hug me and kiss me, and you were bleeding.  I asked you what happened, and you said it was nothing, but the blood was coming faster and faster.  We decided I should drive, and you laid the passenger seat all of the way back.  The blood was squirting out of you, arterial red.  I kept saying we should go to the hospital, and you kept saying you didn’t need help.  We got into an accident.  I got out of the truck to go find help.  When I got back, you were gone.

I woke up missing you all over again.  Not understanding all over again.  Wondering why you went away all over again.  Why you never asked for help.  I did love you, I wish you’d known that.

[dital-vust-deactivated20130530]

[newtlesbian]

due to personal reasons im evil now

[nurmengard]

Absolutely TIRED of being stuck in this situation. This year has been hell with losing everything I worked so hard on last year, having to move in with my abusive uncle and now this virus has made it even worse. I’ve lost so much weight thanks to not being able to afford food. My mental health has completely shit the bucket. I’m tired of dealing with my uncles abuse, and the. this morning he locked us out of the house...AGAIN and we’re stuck in the car with nothing and unless he decides to change his mind, we’re stuck. I’m over it..I wish I had anyone to help, but I have no one. I really just want to disappear. I feel like the absolute worst cat mom having to put Eira through this.

I’m sure no one will help, but please if you can even if it’s just to get some food. I just don’t know what the fuck to do right now. Message me if you have any questions 💕

Cashapp: $brianapietropaula

Venmo: @brianajeannep

PayPal: if you have PayPal send me a message! I have one I can use but don’t want to post is publicly

[radicalgraff]

“Cats Against Cops”

Seen in Athens, Greece

[makeuphall]

[beingsinthedream]

ottessa moshfegh

[throwupyourfeelings]

Hey you, write more. I'm bored and all my fav bloggers are silent.

I got sober a couple years ago and am at a loss for what to write here, honestly. Haikus? Have a good one, anon. 😚

[crypticmeth-blog]

[infected]

“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”

— Myra McEntire (via quotemadness)

[reinerist]

[stonerparty]

[signorformica]

For man does not live by bread alone Remember what the dormouse said: FEED YOUR HEAD *Vintage Smoke Opium Poster. Roland Crump ~ 1960s • via Bibliothèque Infernale on FB

[screenshotsofdespair]

[albinobunnyboy-blog]

Aftercare, 2015; carving in soap “WHAT HE DID DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE”

[maeriea]

this is powerful