echoesofsaturn

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of course i understand, i always understand

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my suicidal ideations are slowly growing onto me

I'm slowly going insane, there something wrong with my fucking mental state

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I can't be a giver anymore. I want to be loved, nourished, taken care of, spoiled & prioritized. Not just by words, but by actions too.

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vibrating in suicidal ideation.

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I hate having an internal monologue. Girl shut the fuck up.

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Hey I'm sorry this is random and I don't know you but I just saw you on my dash and I love your username a lot so I think I'm going to write a poem based on it, if I do would you like me to send it to you?

Hello there love! I hope you're doing well. Thankyouu, yess I'd absolutely love that!!

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And they never realised how they kept shattering my heart like stepping on something fragile without looking down. I heard it every time— the sound of splinters screaming inside my chest like glass learning new ways to break. And I’m scared. Terrified. That one day, I’ll reach for it and find only dust.

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Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

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— Georgia O'Keeffe, from a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O'Keeffe: Art and Letters (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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I’ve been pleading with the void to take me but it keeps spitting me back out like even death doesn’t want me

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there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.

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Martin Buxbaum

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I don’t know how to go on like this. Giving up sounds so much easier

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I hope when death finds me it feels like my father carrying me to bed from the car while I'm asleep.

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i kept pretending i was bulletproof and now i’m bleeding out alone.

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None of this would’ve been an issue if I just killed myself at 16

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I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.

- Beau Taplin