a lazy lady human interested in art, love, literature, sexuality, and puppies; a feminine woman who will still kick ur ass <3

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" It doesn’t hurt. I promise. Look at my smile. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. I promise. "

I am the ocean, large and untamable. Like a dam my body holds me for only so long. Sea water flows from blinking leaky eyes. A crack in the passageways opens up crevices and myself, the ocean, and all the heaviness pours out of me. Wages wars against my body’s survival, against the small trappings of my physical life. How much more of these great waves will it take before the crushing heaviness will suffice?


I tell my friends I’m okay. I tell my mom I’m okay. I tell myself I’m okay. And I believe it. Until the day has slowed and my anxiety sets in. And I’m trapped in a nauseous feeling that I will never, ever get over this. All I do is gather people and experiences and distractions and layer, layer, layer until this heartbreak is dull but still burning. All this insulation is making me physically and mentally sick I think. I don’t know how much more I can cover up.


pythons:

you see the world so much more differently when you can love and be loved in return


super duper duper depressed because it wasn’t until this weekend until i realized just how much weight i’ve gained. i mean, number-wise, i knew, but i didn’t see myself as incredibly overweight until someone sent me a picture of myself from 3 years ago and i just cringed at how absolutely beautiful i was, and how much of a mess i am now. one of those days where i truly feel disgusted with myself.


jaclcfrost:

"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers

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