you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically
Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart; “August 20, 2018”
[image description: text that reads, “I don’t have any poetry these days. Language is too slack; I lose hold of it. I am either gripping my fingers too tightly or too loosely; I can either hold everything in my hand or nothing at all; the universe is either gathered or it is terrifyingly dispersed.” The line “I can either hold everything in my hand or nothing at all” has been highlighted. /end id]
actually im doing really well except for the fact that everything makes me sad and the things that dont make me sad make me angry. but other than that im fine
All you do is whine
untrue i also suffer, rot, wail, wallow, haunt, mourn and rage
i think that i deal with a lot of [remembers this isn't my diary] Nothing. i've never had a problem
having a tumblr blog is like being the curator of my own personal museum of mental breakdowns and special interests
Just me, her (the overwhelming loneliness) and the moon
No. 14 (White and Greens on Blue), Mark Rothko, 1998, Oil on Canvas, 90.2 × 69.9 cm
In English, we say: "Overthinking." But in poetry, we say: "The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds."
body horror? uhh yeah having a body is horror
girl whatevering my way through life
i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything