devoid-and-wanting

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that wasn’t even a conversation. she was just trying to put me down and belittle me and make me feel small

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ooo that was a test on my patience. what the fuck is she being a bitch to me for? i oughta just fucking slit my wrists and bleed out in that bathroom. how’s that for fucking hiding?

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“you hide from us” yeah i fucking wonder why.

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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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i need to be fucking killed

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Ingeborg Bachmann, from "Eyes to Wonder" in Three Paths to the Lake

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this might be the lowest i’ve ever been. genuinely.

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time to dismantle my pencil sharpener i guess.

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Taylor Swift, seven

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— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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— m. j. grandone ; Alone

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i somt know if i can keep doing this

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i know i’ll feel better if i cut

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daydream, sleep, or cut. those are my only options these days.

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wanna disassemble it now but i also don’t wanna move

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955