20s | she/her | just a sideblog to use as diary quero viver pra sempre e também morrer amanhã
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girls who are doomed by the narrative!! girls who have been dead since the beginning. girls who are dragged into death not kicking and screaming but clinging on to the brink until their fingers ache with the weight of the years they’ve stolen. girls who’s every last words are already etched on the stone of an open and waiting grave.
happy i've never been wanted anywhere thursday
i love it when a piece of media is like: is there anything more painful than knowing your sibling? is there anything more tragic than knowing they are the only person who will ever share the same experience as you? they were the only constant in your life. they were there since birth and now, no matter how they betray you, you will still love them. you will always feel the need to protect them even if you can no longer bring yourself to talk to them. will anyone else be able to understand? will anybody be able to love you and hate you and fear you the same way a sibling loves you and hates you and fears you? no, probably not
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
— rhythmicrhinoceros
I took the miracle move on drug, the effects were temporary [for @iloveyouitisruiningmylife ]
death by a thousand cuts - taylor swift
DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS
listening to chappell roan & drink wine is just >>
oh i hate that man, i hate that man! but oh- cara mia.. how i love him
getting pregnancy symptoms without being pregnant is ridiculous
DRIED FLOWERS pt. 2
and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now 🎶
o problema é que eu sinto sim falta de conversar com vc, mas não posso forçar. VOCÊ pegou e espatifou no chão uma relação bacana e infelizmente eu não vou ficar me cortando tentando colar caco de vidro
creating pomegranatears was probably the biggest mistake of my life in recent years, wtf lmao
the moment you lose what you once had with someone is so heartbreaking, jesus christ