"Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)"

Jeanann Verlee, Good Girl (via hellanne)

(via originlarik)

"I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon."

(via grillfriend)

(Source: aninsignificantlittlespeck, via duchessgummybunns)

http://reportsfromcloudn9ne.tumblr.com/post/73681916023/dreamerssingingwishes-im-constantly-scared-and

dreamerssingingwishes:

I’m constantly scared and depressed. I fucking hate it I hate that I don’t want to get out of bed I hate that everything I look at makes me sad. My thoughts are even worse. It’s been a year and I don’t feel anymore. I’m scared of myself what I can do to myself I’m…

(Source: ivegotrednmyledger)

"He wants to say “I love you” but keeps it at “goodnight”, because love would mean falling and he’s afraid of heights."

(via heathhbar)

(via banzaiyears)

"I am
not
beautifully broken.
I was
ripped
to shreds
from the
inside out."

Michelle K., Beautifully Broken (via consequent-inconsequence)

(Source: michellekpoems, via banzaiyears)

"Do you remember? Do you remember being solid? Do you remember life before the hole? Before you were empty and needed to be filled? There was a time when everything was enough. There was a time you didn’t try to get out of your own skin. Remember?"

Amy Reed (via rauchwolken)

(Source: splitterherzen, via reportsfromcloudn9ne)

You run little guy. You run you free bastard

You run little guy. You run you free bastard

"Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)"

Jeanann Verlee, Good Girl (via hellanne)

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