Satan‘s Bae.

Depression lurked on me for so long, I finally fell in love with it.

[anxeious]

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Marguerite Duras, from “That’s All.”

[snake-habitat1]

“do you want to talk about it?”

no, i want to kill myself because of it.

[weltenwellen]

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

[flowerytale]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]

[c0ffinbunnii]

[mindfulnesspoet]

[everybody-wants-me-dead]

[disqualified-human-1103]

I can’t imagine a future. It feels as if I’m not meant to be here

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[valentina-poem]

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[deadbyinsidee]