rosegoldtommorow:

im….real? my existence has… impacts? i touch things and they move, i breath in and out and the air buzzes around me? the sun rests on my skin…. grass is crushed under my toes… people see me and have an idea of who i am… my name is on papers….? im sorry this is… this is too much….  

alwaysbpd:

current lvl. of mental illness: people dont even pretend to care about me anymore

retroowl8:

No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.

bpdtransprince:

tfw ur suddenly hit by the fact that you are so unlovable and no one has ever liked you and you always always get abandoned no matter how hard you try to prevent it

raychillster:

i know you miss my energy.

spi-ltmilk:

@miragemagazine on gram 🧖🏼‍♀️

writhe:

i am on this website to be an irritating, sexy presence. don’t forget that 

angel-vein:

Me: good morning

My brain at 6:57am: you should have killed yourself when you were 15

veryharam:

U DO NOT NEED CLOSURE FROM EVERYONE YOU DONT HAVE TO BE IN GOOD TERMS WITH EVERYONE

goodthingsarewaiting:

Yes, this process of recovery can be hard and painful, but it is leading to a life infinitely more beautiful than what has been left behind.