The Pain Is Like A Sedative/ That Kills Me; Makes Me Cry—and Puts Me To Sleep/

- sacrificial sinners by j rose

“Do not lose hope. Please believe there are a thousand beautiful things waiting for you.”

— Unknown

Tumblr is my twitter because I don't have to close my eyes every 2 seconds because someone ståbbing another person might show up

Sometimes I wonder if I should delete this Blog when I get famous. It wouldn't be appropriate for a famous author to have a tumblr, right? What do yall think?

Or i could just go anonymous and this could be wll thats left of me <333

I need Ghibli therapy where some utter magic nonsense happens to me and it’s all very weird but there’s some nice people and when it’s over I come out of it a more complete person

me completely by myself in my room: alright everybody just calm down

"He wraps my fingers around the knife.

he's so close.

The only barrier between us is this pointed silver weapon.

He whispers softly, inches away from my lips— "Kill or kiss."

He moves even more forward, if that is possible. His breathy words are hush of air on my lips "-the choice is yours."

My heart is hammering in my chest. His eyes hold mine captive, not leaving for a second.

He stares at me, so desperate—

I press the tip of the knife into his throat.

My shadow casts over him as his knees grow weaker, eventually sitting him on top of the bed. Thighs find themselves on either side of him.

Blood trickles where I've pressed the knife.

My lips brush his and I feel the electricity dominating his nerves. I do not flinch when I speak.

"Why not both?"

—Hana Malik

Would you read? Written when I was 12 so I'm considering dropping it.

Nature within her Palms

"This one's for the leaves." She says, while squeezing out a warm orange on her thumb.

As she's scraping the dry colour off and onto the canvas, I notice her reach for the trembling, paper thin tube- The lukewarm Green. This paint- no, nature on her hands: it's blooming.

"Weird way to paint, no?" she chuckles.

This barren colour grow's ever so full of life on her tan hands, it could call it home.

She's speaking but god, how I can only stare.

I hope someday, I can, too.

-hana💋

If this pain chooses not to leave me

I hope I end my life

I hope I don't force myself to live through it all with the false hope that I will find peace and love and dreams coming true

I hope I can give myself the privilege of death and not force myself to live for others

Oh my goddd im in my teenage depression phase 😦

“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”

— Tunisian Proverb