sometimes i feel so drained that i don’t even have the energy to get out of bed and i just stay there rotting and looking at the ceiling for some sort of i don’t even know what.
Me
“I rolled onto my back again and made my voice casual “if you were going to kill yourself, how would you do it?” Cal seemed pleased. “I’ve often thought of that, I’d blow my brains out with a gun” I was disappointed. It was just like a man to do it with a gun.”
The bell Jar. Sylvia Plath.
I tried , I really tried .
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
I love people who know my tasteee
i love tumblr i can literally post how i’m feeling at the moment or display clear signs of mental illness and y’all would agree and say “real” i love this sm
the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game.... silent but full of love and warmth
“I was so intelligent and cynical and yet had such a kind face”
Sylvia Plath. The bell jar.
i forgot my headphones at home , im gonna km
i’m just a girl, i love art, books, writing, dancing and laying on the floor while I drink coffee and overthink my whole life.
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