okay but if she isn't going to consume my flesh after i die as a means to consume any last piece of me she can get then what is even the point??
grwm to forgive myself
“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”
Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939
i still cant believe there’s chemicals inside my brain and theyre fucking me up all the time
i want to touch my brain chemicals
If they aren't going to read books to me in the park during a picnic date I don’t want them
