acho que nunca estive tão mal. São noites sem sono, dias sem energia. As vezes eu queria só sumir, assim ninguém precisava a desgraça acontecer. Saí de casa pensando que não seria má ideia smplesmente não voltar, porque assim eu não precisava olhar pra esses rostos e ver a decepção, a piedade, a dó. Não precisava sentir.
I wonder if there's some sort of silent spell that would cause this strange feeling on my chest from simply looking at those eyes.
Her eyes oh so sacrilegious.
They compel you to discover all the secrets of the universe just to keep her attention at you. Just so you could be absorbed into them.
Do y'all remember being a kid and trying to read in the car while it was dark outside and your parents wouldn’t let you turn on the light so you would try to grab snatches of sentences when you passed by street lights
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I love this one 💙❤️
today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate
it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me
and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control