"Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)"
- Jeanann Verlee, Good Girl (via howlingheart)
Broken, Golden Age, & Solace from my latest show ‘Patient Season’
I still get this kind of sick satisfaction when someone posts a picture of their scars and mine are bigger and deeper.
but then I immediately realize how fucked up that is.
I think I’m getting better.
You are 23 years old time to GROW THE FUCK UP!
Allison Williams at the 55th Annual Grammy Awards
(Source: -rorygilmore, via hippiebabysitter)
Florence + The Machine | Cosmic Love (2010)
(Source: talking-fiction, via worldfallsdown)
this is social anxiety summed up in two gifs
(Source: ashleybreather, via perrple)
its funny how alcohol makes you sorta philosophical.
sign me up to be the next tortured genius and bring on the booze.