I don't have bpd, I'm just a creature with a lot of 'weather' in need of someone who is ready to ride the storm
i love it when a piece of media is like: is there anything more painful than knowing your sibling? is there anything more tragic than knowing they are the only person who will ever share the same experience as you? they were the only constant in your life. they were there since birth and now, no matter how they betray you, you will still love them. you will always feel the need to protect them even if you can no longer bring yourself to talk to them. will anyone else be able to understand? will anybody be able to love you and hate you and fear you the same way a sibling loves you and hates you and fears you? no, probably not
the worst part is the wasted time, trust and wine. the deception is something I can deal, but I'm never seeing those again
when emma falls in love + the bolter
Thinking about the implications of "do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?" and her quite literally comparing that breakup to death multiple times
que PORRA de conexão é essa vsf
FULLY aware, thank you
hm well
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
20s | she/her | just a sideblog to use as diary quero viver pra sempre e também morrer amanhã
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