"There Are Two Reasons Why People Don't Talk About Things; Either It Doesn't Mean Anything To Them, Or

[…] sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in […]

Jane Austen, from 'Sense and Sensibility'

my kid keeps saying shit like i love you momy we'll always be together and i just know i am going to die for narrative reasons soon

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone / This is How You Lose the Time War

coming to the realization that no one even likes me. ive never been invited to anything by anyone else its always me. i wouldnt be anyones number one choice, my best friend doesnt even talk to me, my conversations with my "close" friends are awkward. i hate myself i hate everything why cant i be normal and liked

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

thank you tumblr for existing i can post my feelings and get them out without any consequence or judgement from people i love

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

having a sore throat is a life changing experience, it's like the world is about to end even if it's not that deep

me ripping my organs out because why does this even matter

ahhhh ahhh ahh visual novels ahhhhbb