A cool way to torture yourself is to think “I just want to be loved,” then feeling guilty because you know people do, just not how you want.
until i realized that the strongest people i know break so fucking easily. fragility isn’t weakness, surviving isn’t about forgiveness or grace or whatever they call “inner strength;” it’s about learning to lick your wounds.
somebody told me to twist and tear my spine into thirty little pieces and cast vertebrae into the sky like stars. so i did. you should have told me to never wish on my own weaknesses; now the sky is raining down and all i can taste on my skin is the foul grime of paralysis.