Doing with them everything you've done to me. I feel horrible sometimes, but at least no one can hurt me like you once did.

Sometimes I think about all the bad things you've ever told me and I can't understand why I can't hate you.

When are we gonna talk about the loneliness and the melancholy about being an only child, growing up all alone?

"My own bones have grown into a prison, lonely as Naxos — my blood is the Styx."

- José Royo / Ron Hicks, 1965 / Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of ice: New Selected Poems.

It Seemed Important at the Time by Gloria Vanderbilt.

“HADES : Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.”

— Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors

"All mental disorders are sad, but I've found borderline to be especially heartbreaking because it comes with such feelings of inadequacy and such a need for acceptance and love, but even when the person gets those things they can hardly accept them, and it doesn't really change the way they feel about themselves."

heya i was searching for some tags to put in my xray post and came across to yours, idk if those are your shots but they look cutee!

(im talking about ur radiography post with hands skulls etc ^^)

Thank you!! They are not my shots, I found them on the intert btw.

The silence... The absence of sound is maddening, the void is present as if it were everything that ever existed. The streets, once so crowded and busy, are abandoned as if even the Sun itself had forgotten to cast its rays of light upon them. it's still day but darkness seems to have taken possession of the city that has long been forgotten. I walk these desolate streets alone as I always have, even before life fades, I see empty buildings and abandoned cars waiting to be used, waiting to be useful again. Feelings of despair and anguish hit me like a moving train, I feel my knees give out under the weight of my body, suddenly I'm curled up on the floor hugging my legs. I have just realized that neither the city nor the buildings nor the cars have been forgotten because I remember them and see them, but I am the only one who is not seen or remembered. I was long forgotten. I start to doubt my own existence, if I really am who I am and if I really am part of the world, because if no one remembers me how would I exist? I do not exist.

"Stephanie, my love, I saw this and knew it would make you happy! Read it while I'm gone and think of me. This would make me happy! Love..."

Written on the cover of the book Lolita - @crisantemun

“She had walked willingly into a fairy tale, into a world where she could trade her heart for her freedom. She may as well have donned a red cloak and strode into a darkened forest. She had always known there would be wolves.”

— Emily Lloyd-Jones, The Hearts We Sold

two devils, salem s.

Li-Young Lee from Folding a Five-Cornered Star So The Corners Meet. // Maya Phillips, Sometimes my father Is a roaming hunger. // Aaron Smith, ruined. // It lingers for your whole life, Katie Maria. // Uncle Phranc, Team Dresch.

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

Maria Kreyn, Alone Together

Falling in love with a God is not a death sentence.

The story is only a tragedy if the God loves you back.

Inspired by @ylaka

from why poetry can be hard for most people by dorothea lasky, published in rome

[Text ID: why poetry can be hard for most people. because speaking to the dead is not something you want to do. /End ID]