Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

underneath everything that is deeply wrong with me is snoopy. he is me. i am him. he is the only reminder that the child whose life i once lived continues to live through me now

Wish I could post about something happier but unfortunately my mind is riddled with The Memories

love. love hard. love softly. love first. love last (even if you might regret it). love loudly. love quietly. love less (only when you have to). love more. love desperately. love carelessly. love openly. love behind closed doors. love your friends. love your family. love your lovers. love your pets. love the sky. love the moon and the stars. love sunshine and the flowers. it doesn’t matter what you do, just be in love with it. it’s what we’re born to do.

remember—there’s no “i” in homunculus. that’s why they do 90% of the manual labor around my tower

“All this talk of getting old, it’s getting me down, my love”

UNWRITE THAT NOW!!

i'm so tired of having to survive and never being afforded the privilege of living. i'm tired of people feeling bad for me. i'm tired of taking up so much goddamn space. i'm tired of my body. i'm tired of the endless grief. i'm tired of the persistent emptiness. and i'm tired of being stuck in the past.

Love May be in my near future we Might be so back

i wish i could take all of my friends pain away

if only they knew that despite all odds there is always a glimmer of hope that shines within their souls. perhaps from stardust, or maybe just sheer beauty.

either way i hope with everything in me that we will be okay, because they deserve to be okay.

losing appetite because you're sad is the worst feeling ever.

feeling