pls don't touch me thanks!¡

lifeinpoetry:

“My grief will cut off all of my hair. My grief will burn my house down. My grief will give birth to chaos. My grief will stop at nothing […]”

— Lydia Havens, from “September & Nothing Else,” Survive Like Water

fairycosmos:

what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now

s1ck-k1tt3n-deactivated20230407:

greggturkington:

they should make a weed strain called get up bitch clean your apart ment

they do, its called adderall

feral-ballad:

June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”

[Text ID: “I was simply born with more eyes / than could be made comfortable, / I was born with blood. / I wonder it it is possible to bury myself.”]

velvetvomiiiit:

sofyasemyonovna:

the urge to just lay down and let time pass you by forever. it’s called clinical depression

crematedcunt:

:3 girl dinner

user5o5:

wildspringday:

via peopleiveloved

nymphsoup:

damn girl, you’ll make the prettiest flowers once your body rots into the earth

temporaryphase:

self love

traaumaa:

serial222killer:

“u hard to deal with” good leave me alone