Ch. Züleyha Açıkgöz - Blog Posts

I love "died and came back afraid" as much the next guy, but what about "died and came back 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦"?

dying and coming back, clawing your way out of heaven or hell, dirt under your fingernails and hands that will never be clean from your sin. coming back with wild eyes, never resting from what you've seen, the torture you've been through. dying and coming back knowing that you can claw your way out again, you cockroach of a person can dig your own grave and climb out of it all the same. sacrificing yourself means nothing when the soil and mud from your last death is still caked on your palms. dying and coming back knowing that death means nothing when you can crawl your way back to life. hello. can anyone hear me.

voted most likely to stumble out of the woods onto the highway 10 years after i went missing covered in blood that isn't my own with no memory of how i ended up like that

there is nothing casual about me pleaseee let me see your organs 😭😭😭😭