I miss you I miss you I miss you

Sometimes it's just feels like I am a burden for everyone, even for myself

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

Elizabeth Acevedo, from The Poet X; “Mira Muchacha”

[Text ID: “Sometimes I want to tell her, the / only person in this house / who isn’t heard / is me.”]

You know what sounds really sexy? Me disappearing never to be seen again

James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

Figment, Leila Chatti

i was almost something good

“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

— Haruki Murakami

could it really ever be worse than now?

i'm ready to go

Something deeply painful is the fact that seasons, especially fall, dont feel the same. Not because of individual maturity but because climate change has impacted the weather patterns so so so much that we cant even experience the same annual shifts that our ancestors have for centuries

I feel displaced, i yearn for the spring, summer, fall, and winter that i can barely remember experiencing