I feel as if this blog has become mostly an archive of my thoughts
I’m not as scared of people knowing what goes on in my head anymore, or maybe it’s just that I want people to understand so I’m posting things more publicly, on a blog that has my name connected to it:
that can be found here.
I also have another blog where I post my thoughts but shh that’s a secret and I’ll only tell you if you ask privately.
I’m gong to keep posting here occasionally I think. and maybe I’ll work towards combining the two at some point, I don’t really know.
but I’m still going to follow people I don’t know on this blog and people I do know on the other and hope that people that know me don’t find this one, at least for now.
10:02 pm 1 note#this is not me quitting this blog #it's more a note of I haven't disappeared from the internet I just found a slightly different place for various reasons
It’s the first day of April and my hands are cold. I’m thinking about the way I’m always feeling my way through life. So blindly, reaching out for anything that has a grip, has a heartbeat. And like this, I am pulled across floors and time and lives. I am the empty petrol station, where people pause at for a toilet break, for fuel, for snacks. And I stand there, saying, Here. Take this. Take this. This is me. Now take it all. So they do. And there I am, my eyes out of focus, watching their cars fade into tiny specks under a bruising horizon.
I am the bus stop
the museum display
the revolving door.
I am the fifty-page poem on what it feels like to be left behind.
9:20 pm 34 notes#fuck #take this. take this. this is me. now take it all. #take me. #I am the fifty page poem on what it feels like to be left behind. #I am the fifty page poem on what it feels like to be left alone. #take me. I'm yours.
you are allowed to terminate toxic relationships
you are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you
you are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving
you don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself
(Source: , via angrynerdyblogger)
12:30 am 179,145 notes#sometimes I just repeat this to myself when I feel like everyone's hurting me. #you are allowed to take care of yourself. you don't owe anything to anyone if all it's doing is hurting you.
— 6-Word Story #49 (via writingsforwinter)
11:05 pm 23,086 notes#fuck #I'm begging you. #stay.
Let’s count your scars
- I said
- She replied
Because then I can see
How many times you needed me.
And how many times
I wasn’t there.
— Unknown (via wordsforyourpockets)
8:01 pm 58 notes#holy fuck #I'm sorry
(Can you find someone who does because I’m slightly worried right now.)
Thank you. Eh, maybe. Rowing stuff but if it warms up that’ll be okay. And I’m pretty much going to have zero human contact but I don’t know if that’ll help or make everything worse?
I’m just exhausted, mentally and physically. and everything fucking hurts.
eh. part of it I can’t talk about because it’s about people and they might read this.
the other part is just cold. really though do you understand how cold you have to be to a point of crying? because I do.
so that’s not very interesting.
thank you, though
everything’s just really shitty right now
psa: if you make a joke about self harm I automatically don’t respect you as a person
10:43 pm 25 notes#I'm sorry