All I Feel Is Anger

My Etsy shop is finally open!

Just dipping my toes in the water here, these will all just sit around if I don't do anything with them. Even if you can't buy anything a reblog would help a lot!

Vivisepulture - [6/23/23]

None of this is easy. I can’t stay, yet I can’t walk away. Walking away would crush me, as if I was being buried alive. The dirt upon me, heavy and slowing down my every attempt at escape. The more I struggle the more it piles.

I cough, more, and more, and more. The ground you walk on itself is in my lungs. I keep thinking, “I’m going to die,” but I don’t. I am suffocating but the same force killing me is keeping me alive, prolonging the anxiety and the hurt. And the coughing.

All I’ve inhaled is the dirt but what comes out is smoke. For what feels like an eternity I continue to go through the achingly long process of dying without death, and I come to the conclusion that maybe exhaling is always easier than inhaling.

The pain is stabbing and burning and aching. I feel my body giving up. I feel my brain giving up. I have given up. I’m tired of fighting. Does giving up help? No. Does the suffering stop? No. But now all I can do is lay here. I’m still here yet the world continues to spin without me. I am completely alone, no one knowing of my predicament. Life goes on without me.

Worms are so versitile symbolism-wise. They represent rot and decay, stagnating, nature and growth, they represent reading a lot and unconditional love, they even represent. Yuri

I thought the earth remembered me, 

she took me back so tenderly. 

nothing is wasted in the garden.

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'

zgniłe w środku

sorry i'm being an absent friend i'm being an absent self too