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

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

from: the letters i will never send (isabella dorta) 

Marguerite Duras, The Lover

wugh this one was a trip but I’m mostly happy with it so yibbie !!!

ya ever just feel so. damn. tired. of doing this over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, can't even catch a goddamn break, even while you're broken life keeps feeding off you

it's ok, you can try again next time

'you've had many bodies before this, and you'll continue to have many more'

yeah no i’m completely normal about this ofc i am

where I post from

It would be simpler if conviction burned away everything else. But it doesn’t make consequences disappear; it just straightens your spine when you force yourself to look at them.

— Leslie Jamison, Splinters: Another Kind of Love Story (Little Brown and Company, February 20, 2024)