Barry X Ball, Purity, 2008. Made From White Iranian Onyx.

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences,

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

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Reblog if you need to scream

"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

Tracey Emin I never Asked to Fall in Love - You made me Feel like This, 2018

― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

I think it's fine to have an unacceptable view or two like no one is ever going to agree with you on everything lmaoooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaoovifugjgugjjfjjuuuuuuuuuuuuu sorry started practicing throat singing oooouuuuggghhhhhhhhguuuuhhhhhhhhuhhhh

You Won't Be Alone (2022)

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:

If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow