[funeralfetish]

I’ll probably kill myself before 25 so appreciate me while I’m here

[prepgoth]

ideal body type for myself: corpse

[weaux]

no offense but I look forward to having a healthy way of thinking and coping and living

…just how much I was smothered
By the poisonous yearning inside.

Anna Akhmatova, from Selected Poems
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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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I knew what I wanted to run to. But it didn’t exist, so I didn’t leave.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun  (via ultrazarra)

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream

A Fine Frenzy, “Almost Lover”, One Cell in the Sea 
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But I had my secrets, too. Wanting to be wanted by someone I wanted.

Brenda Shaughnessy, from So Much Synth; “Is There Something I Should Know?”
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