bones, sinking like stones...

"…his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered."

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I want this hair again. I need to stop styling. Hmm.

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"Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix."

Karen Marie Moning   (via the-rx)

Gulps

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over and over and over

I’m killing myself with this.

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misswallflower:

“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.” 

― T.S. Eliot

I re-post this somewhere every single April, for the last 3-4 years, because every year it is so painfully true.

I missed this blog.

Hi.

I can’t imagine this could be true. If it is, I’m a sadomasochist— just like the rest of you.

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So I forgot to mention because I never come on here anymore,

but I had a good weekend. Easing out of the deep dark sad. Slowly battling the chronic depression with aide of an ex/best male friend. So far, so good. It looked better than this, though.

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is it possible that things just keep getting worse?

fucking shit, man.

three guesses at who wants to just jump off her fucking roof already.

but I can’t, because, you know, that would be messy. and me being dead would really depress the cats. probably my parents would stress and be sad more.

but, fuck. if I could just quit life for a week or so, or a month? I’d be damned pleased.

no more talking to people, period. I can’t fucking handle it. I am way too damned fragile these days. shit.

Loaded question.

I’m, existing? Surviving? Had a hell of a week, again, worse than usual, deactivated much of my life, spending rare silly time on the internet via tumblr, and, you know, taking it a day at a time? Ha. I don’t know. I need to force myself to get through the next couple weeks, but I’ve been messier than usual. Thanks for asking, I guess. Yourself?

So in more important news, this is one of the first things I reblogged.. Ever, and I still have yet to take a bath in a claw foot tub with tea and a journal. I would like to remedy this soon.

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