I don't know if I'll ever be able to fix this
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters
there’s a part of me that isn’t the same anymore.
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
Why try to fit in when I can become the most offputting and haunted individual in the family bloodline.
“He fell into a trance, and was enveloped in absolute horror.”
I am a creature of grief and dust, and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
microdosing on listening to music by having the same line from a song playing in my head for days straight
thanks pinterest
“Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh. Do you understand? Do you really understand?”
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952
kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver
Do you ever feel like this reality is just not made for you.