My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

As the ground right under me crumbles as if it wasn't there.

It's too much, my heart's crushed, i'm not alive.

I don't know who to call, alone.

I won't die.

My life has succumbed to hatred and death, alone

in the snow.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions

sometimes i'm not quite here.

sophocles/unknown/eva baltasar/clementine von radics/unknown/j.d. salinger/susan sontag

how terrifying metamorphosis must be for the caterpillar has no concept of what it is doing, or what a butterfly is, or what will happen to it as it spins itself the cocoon. we r more alike than different

*chanting under my breath* this will not be the week that puts me back in the mental hospital. this will not be the week that puts me back in the mental hospital. this will not-

Rot, oil painting by Eve Hyman

Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"

shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation