i love car rides for the same reason i hate them; they give me the perfect space to finally think. today i’m wondering if 0.5/2 parents is really all that much better than 0/2.
atleast the 0 can’t disappoint you ig.
to my mother who won’t read this: honestly fuck you.
it hurts so bad that i am utterly speechless. nothing comes to mind when i try to write. no creative symbols, no metaphors, nothing. just raw pain.
why will i never be enough to be loved by you, father?
bpd is a bitch.
i forgot how fucking delulu i get over this specific person. i need to just be fucking shot.
i just wish to be perceived as gentle and kind. that’s it, that is truly all i want.
it hurts to know this will never be.
“The greatest loss is the kind that you never had in the first place. I am reeling from the missing out on something that was never mine to begin with. This tragedy cuts me deep.”
— remnant-thoughts
‘Prowling Cats’ by Tim Southall
scene queen sounds sm better at 100+ mph <3
Aphrodite; Prayer to attract positive energy
Beloved Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.
I call upon your divine presence to fill my life with your loving light.
Surround me with loving energy and help me see the beauty in every moment and in every person I meet.
May your divine presence infuse my life with the beauty and love that you embody,
And may I radiate your loving energy to others.
i pray so often for my friends and chosen family, but i just know that no one is out there praying for me.
Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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