What do you mean things that I did when I was having breakdown still exist when I calm down? I don’t like this.

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What do you mean things that I did when I was having breakdown still exist when I calm down? I don’t like this.
Jacques Gautier d’Agoty, “the Anatomical Angel” x Hannibal, “Coquilles“
“Dolores” by photographer Adolf de Meyer, 1919.
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“When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.”
— Andrea Gibson (via purplebuddhaquotes)
s/o to everyone who is still tryin to heal from things that they don’t talk about
Loneliness is such a cold concept
to warm up to.
You can feel her around your neck and underneath your finger tips,
you can feel her tongue circling your lips yet somehow, some way,
she is nothing but air.
Her silouhette is divine and you yearn to trace her curves but every time you move towards her, she shifts back.
I love the cold.
I always seem to end up at this spot, every couple of years.
No matter how hard I run, or how slow drag my feet, I am rooted in this spot, waiting for them to open their eyes.
My favorite herb is the Eucalyptus.
It requires a lot of sun.
I used to see you as the sun.
I was so muddled into my forest of woes, so lost in what I thought was a sea of sorrow.
But now I am here and I wish I had realized that I was the boat.
I require a lot of you and you deprive me.
You lied to me, you sold me fruit that was rotten from the inside yet the skin was smooth like a mango and green, promising ripe fruity flesh but when I sliced you open, it was papaya.
I fucking hate papaya.
Fuck you.