shitty 5 yo expired cakey eyeliner my beloved
every single time im left heartbroken and disappointed like damn bitch why do I keep. making same mistakes every single time like it's literally like I'm pickin my flavor of mistake
my only escape is sleeping.
yet i can’t even do that anymore.
and then, icarus fell
he finally fell
and felt what it was to drown
and lose the last bit of hope left
nothing anymore
tw sh talk
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Maaan. doing arms feels so. good and visible ones that'll scar but now I'm fucking sure that my parents will see snd have another shitty day
Joy in the face of oppression is rebellion. Kindness is rebellion. Community is rebellion. Compassion is rebellion. Looking out for your fellow human beings is rebellion. Self care is rebellion. In this system that encourages individualism and isolates us, love on a platonic, communal, societal level is rebellion. Connection, unity, joy, solidarity, it is radical. So be kind. Be compassionate. Do good things for your fellow working class people. Do good things for yourself. It’s one step further towards a better tomorrow.
"the more you overthink, the less time we have on earth to love"
boy if u leave istg