heavensghost:

gothic-nightmares:

💀 GOTHIC NIGHTMARES 💀

feral-ballad:

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Ginger”

[Text ID: “I got cursed, in every way a / woman can. / You kill yourself, over and over, / to be different.”]

i feel nothing for you

smallfuck:

゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆

゜・。nothing feels real anymore゜・。。・

゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆

canna-lilies:

“I loved a man. I loved ●. I don’t know how else to begin. I want to say I was a shadow. I want memory blotted out like a blank space.”

— — Lucia LoTempio, from Hot with the Bad Things (via lifeinpoetry)

just when i begin to feel better i get reminded of that pain and it sends me into dark waters again.

i don’t want to feel anything.

they look at me like i’m pitying myself but that’s just not it— plain and simple: i’m exhausted. i just want to not feel anything and just be at peace. it’s draining dealing with all this constant turmoil and torment and trauma. i’m just tired, man.

imdrinkingyourmilkshake: