ricky

Just a lump of bones with a brain. 20.

[great-purple-ape]

[setoshi-zombie]

[manofprose]

[loserslol]

“I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.”

Vincent van Gogh

[skimysoul]

[theemotionmachine]

[sketchy-saram]

I’ve never ONCE seen one of these and not being just like…absolutely riddled with tension, so. Keep passing them around, I guess!

[kingscrown666]

Same tho

[kloudzzz]

[thorffour-deactivated20190920]

[link]

[soft-princesa]

me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly

[hobnob-69]

Do you ever just touch your face and think “there be bones in me skin”

[hobnob-69]

Ignore me I’m on ketamine

[the-real-velma-dinkley]

I wish I had bones

[the-real-daphne-blake]

I wish I had ketamine

[heartshop]

Wislawa Szymborska, View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems

[sorisikigai-blog]

[nonalimmen]

“You will hear thunder and remember me And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”

—  Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

[unspokengrief]

It was easier for me to empty myself in to the toilet bowl than face the big bad wolf of my trauma. Only one thing mattered when I was busy shoving my fingers down my throat — that I was as empty as I felt, that there was no more poison inside of me and I swear this was coping. There is a moment after you’ve finished and you sit on the cold, hard bathroom floor there is nothing, you are nothing and nothing matters in that moment. My words trapped inside of me, losing my voice from the acid tearing down my walls and letting them swell. I wish my pain would spill out as easy as tonight’s dinner. I wish I could flush it all away into the vastness of this world, wash my hands and carry on. So when the therapist tries to bring the big bad wolf into the room and there is no where for me to empty myself in, she holds my pain in her hands and tells me it doesn’t have to be like this. Sit with the pain and let it digest. The wolf will always be inside of you, he’s only big and bad if you let him be.

— (I am bigger than my trauma)

[americansport-deactivated201912]

TW eating disorder

[unspokengrief]

morning thoughts

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “The End Of Longing,”

[asoftwrongness]

#47