It Would Be Simpler If Conviction Burned Away Everything Else. But It Doesn’t Make Consequences Disappear;

TBD (to be discovered)

zgniłe w środku

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

hey it’s bad again

shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

Joanna Macy, from a preface to Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

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'

I ate her