5/30 00:12 - 33 notes
These opinions are poison, and I've been drinking them all of my life.///////////////////////////\\The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
8/22 20:29 - 1,998 notes
“You’re all objects to me now. That’s what I want to say to all my friends, my objects. I needed you all so badly, and it was never enough. Nothing you did was ever enough. So now I have found something that sates me. The burden is off of you. You can use me. I will use you. The slippery element between us, the love I’m always begging for — that’s gone. You should be relieved. I am all mind now. My heart no longer matters. You’re safe with me.”
“I just wish I could be someone else, you know? I never stop hoping that maybe if I wish for it enough that I’ll be able to change. I know that I need to be happy with being me, but I hate myself so much, I don’t see how I could ever be.”
Mirror, mirror on the wall
One of my favourite things to do is stare at my eyes in a mirror. I like to watch my pupils grow and shrink when I widen my eyes or shift my weight or droop my lids. I think it’s so beautiful and interesting…something about watching something so mundane and so ordinary in action. You should try it. It’s really quite mesmerizing.
Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don’t want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and drink and cut because you need the anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it’s too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can’t stop.
Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you.
