June 25th. I Sent Another Message Just To Unsend It 2 Seconds Later. My Best Friend Asked Me How I Was

i don’t need to put my mental disorders in my bio you can easily infer that there’s something wrong with me

if we did ask ourselves would the answer even matter we are a person as viewed by the ones around us they make us real otherwise all this could be just a dream

we are reduced to asking others what we are. we never dare to ask ourselves

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality

I bleed through words if not for poetry I would’ve bled my wrists dry long ago but bleeding through my words has helped me greatly.

: )

“Sometimes I wonder why words can’t actually make us bleed.”

— Swati Avasthi

— franz kafka, the diaries of franz kafka

casually losing my mind over the intimacy of good morning text messages

“If you love a flower, don’t pick it. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.”

— Osho

T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland.

Honestly it’s so hard to be the coolest friend who understands everything and calms everyone down