Feed The Hand That Bites You.

oh to be a home to parasites

i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought I was fine.

I thought I could handle this but I can't.

sometimes i'm not quite here.

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

Keeping myself together

does anyone know what the first step of unlearning shame is. please say it’s substance abuse

Isolation, watercolor and ink on paper by nickbleb