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

wish we had more internal organ emojis

My therapist and psychiatrist right now be like

about anger

Margaret Atwood, from The Door: Poems; “Europe on 5$ a day”

[Text ID: “I’ve cut myself off. / I can feel the place / where I used to be attached. / It’s raw, as when you grate / your finger. It’s a shredded mess / of images. It hurts.”]

Kelly looks to the door, and waits.

aka the episode in which Jonny reaches directly into my brain, grabs onto my worst fear, and turns it into the perfect three sentences to obliterate me in one shot

rotting in my childhood bedroom

[I.D: A digital illustration depicting a person laying on their back, with their legs up on a bed. Their face is completely obscured except for the right eye, which has a tired expression. On both their arms, and on part of their stomach, grow mushrooms of various kinds. There's also moss, small plants, and even a few flowers, covering most of their skin. They are covered in dirt and mold, that also extends to other parts of the room. To the left of the image is a big bear plush, sitting on its hind legs; it has a sewn on patch and it's slashed open across the stomach. The person's hand closer to it is holding a bit of the stuffing. On its feet lay other toys. The room has a heart decal that goes around the top of the wall, and it has one window over the bed, with curtains. The whole illustration has very dark colors, mostly blue and grey except for the moss, mold, mushrooms, and dirt. End I.D]

I’M QUESTIONING MY OWN FUCKING SANITY