Amateur writer, films buff, music addict, avid reader, vegan, lonely girl walking the thin line between reality and fantasy.
The tears come down, not like rain, but like blows. Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or someplace or something, I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longin
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I seriously don’t know how to draw or articulate thoughts anymore I’m sorry guys this is dumb
My body is a suicide note, I’ve been slowly writing with pain and blood.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
I just want to be dead..
I want some natural disaster to happen so no one will blame themselves..
I want something tragic to happen to me, something unfixable.
I don’t want anyone to be at fault..
Like being struck by lightening, or a tree falling and killing me.
Yeah sounds good.
dying, is all I can think about.
I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they’re like little flowers. I’ve always said that if you have a name for something, like ‘cut’ or ‘bruise,’ people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same thing in nature, and / you don’t know what it is, it can be very beautiful.
— David Lynch (via nekemisvan)