i’m real sorry for the
nice things i don’t do
and no, i’m not proud
and no i’m not, ever
what am i supposed to do
just tell me
how am i supposed to feel
what’s the additive
for stretching the air
in this great depression
Extreme close-ups of human eyes by Suren Manvelyan
oh my god these are terrifying
There’s a kind of tender aching
Burrowed deep inside my breast
And I’m having trouble breathing
And my heart’s not in my chest
And my words all run together
So I think it’s for the best
If you kissed me soft and swift, dear
So that I forget the rest~ anonymous
There’s a kind of tender aching
Burrowed deep inside my breast
And I’m having trouble breathing
And my heart’s not in my chest
And my words all run together
So I think it’s for the best
If you kissed me soft and swift, dear
So that I forget the rest~ anonymous
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Mood swings suck. You’re lucky if you don’t experience them daily. I had an awesome night tonight until my stupid fucking brain ruined everything. No meds work; why can’t anything be normal?
Why even fight it. It will never be.
