[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926

[umayla]

Hi again

[umayla]

i think ive drowned so deep that swimming is useless

[umayla]

cant recognize myself anymore. Minutes pass by as i stare at my hands. i count my veins one by one and suddenly loose myself in them. Recount recount recount. Over and over again. The disgust i feel about myself i just cant put it into words. And now i find myself typing helpless words, word by word i realize how logic and sense is nowhere to be found. After a deep breath shame and guilt catches up to me and i stop

[umayla]

take me away from me

[umayla]

i have nothing to be but everything to give that youll want from me

[umayla]

its not love neither attention ones truly looking for, its just to be seen without being beautiful and touched without being nacked

[umayla]

ive become the person i ran away from now we walk hand in hand

[umayla]

zor

[umayla]

giving love comes so easy but receiving it feels so wrong

[teaboot]

do you think

I try not to

[umayla]

suddenly i realized i was breathing, i was alive

[ofwings]

Are you single?

do these look like the posting habits of someone experiencing romance

[umayla]

funny how i turned from „wow there is just nothing you cant do“ to „you really need help“

[umayla]

her zaman yalnızlığa geri dönüyorum

[umayla]

[umayla]

eine kugel eis im becher und die nächste kugel in mein kopf bitte danke