Take ur meds!!!
redrola:
feral-ballad:
Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess” [Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]
Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”
[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]
wedarkacademia:
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
metamorphesque:
— Richard Siken, Boot Theory[text ID: A man takes his sadness and / throws it away / but then he’s still left with his / hands.]
— Richard Siken, Boot Theory
[text ID: A man takes his sadness and / throws it away / but then he’s still left with his / hands.]
lake-lady:
I love substances (ibuprofen, prozac, banana bread, etc)
preschooldr0pout:
ALTALT
violentwavesofemotion:
“I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.” — Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953
“I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.”
— Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953
ALT
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