so fucking empty

it eats me alive.

give me hope and i’ll comfort myself with it

I swear I’m not a person anymore. I don’t laugh, I don’t feel joy or satisfaction or anything even remotely positive. I find sadness in literally everything. It’s like my brain isn’t capable of processing the good stuff anymore. I feel pain. I am pain. There’s nothing else. I don’t even have a personality anymore. All I am is pain.

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concept: its an october evening and thunderstorming outside. you’re drinking cider under a pile of blankets, and watching halloween movies with your favorite person.

This was the tinniest and cutiest little village! (at Oxford, Oxfordshire)