anxiety is a vulture it eats me from the inside out and picks at the meat from my bones it laps at my blood and chomps on my flesh not a scrap remains when the vulture is done my carcass lie cold in the dirt my organs return I become one again and a day starts anew with the vulture at my side » Continue Reading
Dying alone has never been so painful. The heart monitor beeps monotonously and the steady whirring of fluorescent lights lulls to sleep the only soul in the room. I miss my mom. The universe said goodbye. A deep hum emits from everywhere and nowhere, soon interrupted by a burst of heat and pressure. The universe said welcome. The North Star never shined so brightly as it did that night. The u... » Continue Reading
Yesterday i finished the bell jar by sylvia plath and it was soo good sylvia is so amazing at writing in a way that perfectly decribes how im always feeling i think we both have bpd and thats my sister right there but also she was racist so fuck her but my god her writing in amazing and the development of the story was great. there were some confusing parts but that just might have to do with my p... » Continue Reading
I wish I could be the lava inside of a lava lamp. it gets to flow freely with itself in a warm liquid and when it's done it gets to rest. when it starts its slow but once it's been a while the lava moves so fluidly its so satisfying to watch. if I could be the lava inside of a lava lamp I would be so happy to finally catch a break and just move in a way that feels right » Continue Reading