Feeling Sick To My Stomach And I’m Literally About To Arrive At The Function Aftuallyyyyyyyy Kill Me

when sylvia plath said, “i need a father, i need a mother, i need some older wiser being to talk to. i talk to god but the sky is empty.” and when oscar wilde said, “a burnt child loves the fire.” and when frank bidart said, “memory is punishment.” and when

If the function got dab pen, Björk, and personality quizzes I’ll be there

posting on tumblr is like yapping into the void except the void is filled with ship posts of grown men

i live in the memories of the abuse and i truly don’t think i’ll ever get out

julianradwildlife

this dude. i feel the emptiness of my friend’s absence after every hangout and it cripples me. or something

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

I think what I need

To go to someones house, invited ofc. I take my shoes off and change into indoor clothes. They offer me a spot on their bed and I oblige.

What it is that Im needing though, is to be pulled into an embrace. They rest myself on themself and I dont know like.. Play with my hair or something

Cringe cringe cringe crine

Le sigh we cringe on

I want my hair played with so bad bro it’s literally a wanting from within

Who am I if I am not likable?