六道堤の桜 - Cherry Blossoms at Rokudo Bank

I realize that she is only friends with me because I'm there.

i do this to u

guys, while i’m here at rock bottom does anyone need anything? gonna be here for a while

Look who’s at rock bottom

✨ me ✨

tw depression/intrusive thoughts

Y’all I have never been suicidal before in my life but lately all I keep thinking is… damn, wow, I can’t even kill myself to solve all this. That would inconvenience too many people. How depressing. My parents would be so sad. I can’t do that. Bummer. I can’t even just disappear or anything, they’d look for me. I can’t ruin their lives like that. And I can’t die in my house, my landlords don’t deserve that. So death fixes nothing that’s amazing life sucks and death would be worse how fantastic

Literally too much of a doormat even in my horrible intrusive thought moments

Every day that goes by I find myself at "new rock bottom".

Like, the day before I thought I was at my lowest point ever and then the next day I discover that there's a new one, lower that the previous. And istg, it's so fucking exhausting.

Cries and Whispers, dir. Ingmar Bergman, 1972

literally nothing is too small. there are no ordinary things. awe is all around us

she should unclench her jaw and relax her shoulders (who?) the girl reading this 🤨

found in my 4am drafts folder:

forgive yourself. forgive yourself for all the versions you couldn't become. forgive yourself for the wrong things you said. forgive yourself for not knowing any better at certain point of your life. for fucking things up so much that the grief still haunts you. forgive yourself for the darker and shadowed parts of you. you have to learn to integrate all parts of you, even the ones you desperately want to disown. it'll be alright.

no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down

Is It Another Good bye?

Is it another good bye?

The question I asked to the stars while my eyes filled with tears, and anxiety.

It scares me that one day

I need to forget the sound of your name with my own voice.

I’m afraid that one day

you are no longer the reason why I wish in every shooting star.

I cannot bear to forget you, your name, your voice, your smile.

My heart will shatter with another good bye.

Windmills and lighthouses are cousins

Towers with jobs