It's Literally Me.

“Your world was burning And I stood watching As I looked down The flames grew high You watched me frown I said good-bye With your big eyes And your big lies…”

(Been struggling with “perfectionism” for a while, therefore I decided to not focus too much on this illustration of Margaretha Zelle and post it as it is. Instead of keeping fixing things over and over again…)

being a quiet person is so frustrating why is everyone asking me if I'm okay 327 times a day. YES i am fine!! I just don't have anything to add to this otherwise boring conversation!!

made by me ❦

i need to be more active… ask me something please

Sorry, do you not fw sad dead girls?

This one is an oldie, but still one of my fave pieces...

Happy Birthday, Tracy Reznik!

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Psychopathology Ward”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

"When you die in this house—"

"—you don't get to leave."