I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all. - Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via diluvie)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via rad-as-helll)

I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she’d thought I’d hate. - (via sleepychick)

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oh honey this world is a fucked up place,
humanity is a fucked up race,
sucking all the soul,
all of the heart and life,
out of anything, or anyone beautiful…
they will suck you dry darling,
so watch your back,
humanity is starving.

(Source: rad-as-helll)