I Shouldve Lied About My Age On Here

I'm fucking sippy juice

It’s rotten work but only if it’s you. When I do it for other people it’s fine, enjoyable even.

death will not do us part you stupid cunt

I gotta say lesbianism is my own personality trait im exactly what the stereotype says

this cruel envy fills me whenever i see that others are doing worse than me. i think it's a superiority complex or a messed up inferiority complex but there's this voice inside me that parrots "you must always be doing worse than them." everything feels like a competition for the worse because those who feel bad also get attention and i want that attention. i want people to care about me, i want to be sick so people can acknowledge that i'm sick and think about and talk about me like conversation topics so i feel special to them, no matter how terrible it is. i know it would be impossible to achieve this through good things like awards or competitions, so i'll get the attention in the one way i can: by suffering and making everyone aware of it. i'm not good enough that people will care so i'll be sick enough so they'll be forced to care

A.F. Vandevorst installation for Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011

“A girl sleeping in a hospital bed in her A.F. Vandevorst dress. But here, the girl as well as the mattress and pillow are made out of candle wax. Once lit, what starts as a perfect image will slowly melt and perish during the biennale.”

walking my turtle

"everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it" is so real because yeah i'll be the best if you let me but try to take it away from me and i'll claw my way up until my fingers bleed and even then i'll keep clawing and clawing and clawing because i don't know how else to be. i'll carry your remains under my fingernails if that's the only way i can have you. how do i be nonchalant when someone is leaving me behind, how do i accept that betrayal?

i wish i could let them know that i'm not thin, not even close to it. i feel fuller every day and nothing is stopping me because i think i might be healing but i don't think those who heal get destructive thoughts like this and i don't mind being the enemy and contrarian of my own mind because it only reminds me how sick i am and i love knowing how sick i am, it makes me feel worse and i know that i achieved my goal but sometimes i feel alone because who could i really talk to about this who would understand and cradle my face in their hands and plant kisses on my forehead and tell me that they'll look after me forever and i'll never have to feel like this ever again

do you ever sit there in your bed with your head in your hands and it's like you can just imagine 9 swords behind you