Karly

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me: if youre dead you dont have to do homework or get stressed over school so it would eliminate anxiety

my therapist:

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

It’s not that I want to kill myself but the bathtub is an easy place to fall asleep in. I take showers instead and don’t think about drowning. It would be weird to die naked anyway. I don’t count the days and hours and minutes like they’re spiders, at least not on purpose. I’m not so tired of being alive that I can’t find a quick moment of enjoyment in the worst television but I also don’t usually bother to try. It’s okay. Sometimes I want to wake up and sometimes I wonder if it would be better to just sleep for a while. I want to harness the guilt I feel at 3 in the morning to make myself better the next day but instead I just keep being this person I can’t stand or maybe am so used to I don’t even recognize as being different from who I actually am. I don’t know. I haven’t taken a bath in a while. I wear my seatbelt. I look before crossing the road. It’s just that for a second, I think about what would happen if I didn’t. And that second is slow.

i miss you so much my heart feels like a tooth

when i was around three i was running around the house as the terror i could be and my mom says she told me be careful i’d hit my head and i didn’t listen and she says she counted exactly to ten and then she heard a wham and silence and she knew from how long the silence was that i had really hurt myself and when i started screaming she found me sitting beside the coffee table with blood coming out of my baby mouth she says “you looked like a monster right then” and they had to take the tooth out

so maybe i don’t feel like the tooth i feel like the moment you know you lost the tooth but the pain isn’t coming yet but you know it should come along real soon and you’re just sitting, waiting for it, waiting for the train to hit you, waiting for the sun to come up and go down without him again, waiting for the next day to slide against the one that came before as another day alone, waiting for the moment you have to get something removed from your very jawbone because he grew in so deeply that his roots and your nerves are all jumbled  - that. i feel like that. i feel like my heart is a tooth i’m about to lose and i feel like my heart is a tooth gnawing at my muscle and i feel like my heart was too full of you and all i have is silence, and the rest of my life without you 

i know we all have our own lives. we spiral in our own orbits. i’m telling myself the reason you never text is because you’re busy. i ask you how things are going, the conversation is stilted. remember when we were madly in love. when you would text me with every stupid joke you thought of. 

“how you been?” i ask. three days later i get, “fine.” 

i am trying to tell myself: at least you’re alive.

so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.

talking to other adults, they all agreed, “having kids ruins your life”

and all us kids overheard them

you don’t have to be more attractive. you don’t have to be attractive at all. you don’t have to attract anyone or anything. You are not a magnet, damn it. you should be you for you and only you. and yes I am talking about you and you and you.  

I’m sorry that I see fucking galaxies in your eyes and you can’t even find a single star in mine

NSFW because you’re not allowed to cry at work.

Just because you did something wrong in the past doesn’t mean you can’t advocate against it now. It doesn’t make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Don’t let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.

Sigmund Freud (via fyp-psychology)

right? // r.i.d (via inkskinned)