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enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to
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Got a sudden and unexplainable urge to draw this man
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okay you know what
1,000 notes and i’m gonna make an active attempt at getting clean and trying to figure out how to learn to enjoy life.
i don’t mean this in an attention seeking way! well kind of. i think i would be a bit more incentivized to recover if i had a couple hundred eyes on me instead of just my friends and family.
i’m tired of being sick. i’ll still use this account to vent but i wanna prove to myself that someday i’ll be more than my addiction and mental illness
i’m at a day right now, which is a very big milestone for me. i hope i can continue to make strides towards somewhere better.
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wrote some poetry after a long hiatus :)
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Sad Girl
I want to be cherished on the terrace
Cherished above it all
That’s something I’d say to you, right
Under the numbest of nights
We’d be dull
We’d make something bright
But under the sheets my figure human
I am hurting under bad kisses
There is no sanctity and I love the divine
It hurts, without a line to know was crossed
You don’t see at all..
I don’t know why I’m like this
If it was up to me I wouldn’t be at all
Do my collarbones make it up to you
If I let you fuck up what you want
Will the ruin bring you back to listening
Or was your ear just a hall for mindless marbles to disappear in
While your eye had the gaul to lust when no one was to pluck them
Was my desperation somehow godly?
The knives on my back only flaunting
Some fucked mating ritual
Saying I wanted this
Was that how it was to you?
…have I suffered enough to be wanted?
And if the world is truly barren
Fruits plucked only Terran
Was it pretty enough suffering to be chosen
Was it good enough my hurt
Did I prove I’m still a woman
Of sexy moral ambiguity
Tears stain my chest to reflect better on my pretty
And if it isn’t pretty isn’t pristine
If my sin wasn’t romantic, wasn’t feminine,
Was it dramatics
Was it acting
Ugly art
I can live with the performance
If it leads to some praise
Leave me not to ground myself with my grays
With my hair
Still in pain
I disintegrate
Was the ache part of age
Is there some making up for being this way
Or am I just sorry and strange
Nothing inside of something, with scars on top
I’m layer cake
And my thighs wrapped in bows
Under my daily clothes
The matching underwear I wear each day
The hearts and the lace
I’m not getting laid
I am uncomfortable and wire decapitates my clavicle
But one day
It will make me godly
To some boy who can make me love me
Because love is a commodity
And I am a 2D valentine of commercial success
But only if my scars outline the state of my undress
I have anger at you for your viewing
Of my body
Of my needing for your viewing
I am chewing on thoughts made to glaze past your smooth brain
and still at the skull just to blow into large exit holes
I am screwing with shit larger than your dick
And still
…this is it
Existential and immaculate and full of potential
I will not live.
Because in my marrow I hear the tone
That narrows me down to bird bones
And I am the Sad Girl
With good music,
Her feelings risqué
I cannot escape it
But I am in pain and in your view
Sad girls take their shape under forced bows and immense loss at your gain
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Chuuya thinks he's the king of cursing until he witnesses Kunikida utter sets of words directed at Dazai that should be banned in every country under the sun
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Atp I’m convinced literally everyone in BSD has a praise kink. Comes free with the trauma
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i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.
Time Is A Mother, Ocean Vuong // The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky // The Cow, Ariana Reines // Ask Polly, Heather Havrilesky // October, Mary Oliver // Dead Stars, Ada Limón // Night Walk, Franz Wright// Xenotransplantation, Sam Sax // Angels In America, Tony Kushner // Take Me With You, Andrea Gibson
for @shestrying
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Proving a point to my boyfriend.
PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
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You know you’ve spent too long in the pits when you can still feel the phantom of your safety glasses around your ears hours after you took them off.
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somehow I got 95/20 on an assignment
I hope they never fix it and leave it this way forever
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