nuances

0 "no sleep for the wicked.
no sustenance for the wicked.
no love for the wicked." — self

tinymarionette:

- careless - (by Teresa Q)

i am sitting here, tearing up, just thinking how utterly i’ve failed at this.

i am so disgusting. i cam feel the fat accumulating between my fingers; pooling and puddling around my ankles. My thighs touch, my belly bloats, and i feel dirty and itchy all over.

i am an ugly lump of lard just sitting there. i feel so large. i’m taking up too much space.

i am so sorely tempted to take a knife and drag it across every inch of me so that i may squeeze out all that clogging, cloying, yellow fat and see for myself just how pathetic of an excuse i am.

i don’t know how to live anymore.

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They flank me - Depression on my left, loneliness on my right. They don’t need to show their badges. I know these guys very well.

…then they frisk me. They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that.
" — Elizabeth Gilbert (via misswallflower)

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2 "Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them." — Ray Bradbury

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