Missing His Voice.

"I love you more I'd go to hell and back-" I'd tear my lungs out. I'd rip my spine out for you, I would murder someone in cold blood so you could walk on their body to protect your feet. I would rip out my own vocal cords, tear out my eyeballs if that's what you wanted. I would starve myself until I'm dead if you asked, I would run away with you, I'd go to jail, I'd kill your family, I'd steal, murder, hurt, do anything the second you asked.

Fck being nonchalant.

Merge souls with me.

it hurts me physically that he’s not mine we’d be so disgustingly toxic and perfect together don’t you fucking see he’s literally the male version of me I want him so bad

Idk normalize wanting nothing to do with your fp and hating them and then wanting them to stay

What can I do with this want.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 3rd January 1959

I hope he misses me.

I could stare at you forever. I wish you were mine.

Nobody talks about how hard it is to face people again after you've had an episode in front of them

Once they've seen you do full-force into self-destruct, they always look at you with a sense of wariness and like you're not the person they thought you were

The shame makes me want to rip my skin off

i literally have to lay down after every minor task. going to the supermarket is a herculean effort. how am i supposed to live a life like this