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sometimes i just want to die
genuinely i just dont wanna do this shit anymore
its not a fun feeling to battle anymore.
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WINTER I am the greyellow sky before snow, I am the black bark of naked trees, I am the white cold that takes your breath away. I am harsh, beautiful, timeless. I do not purify by fire but by ice.
Sidewalk poem, Sioux Falls, South Dakota
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What if I chase the dream and it fails? I asked.
Maybe the more important question is - who do I become when I stop chasing my dreams? he answered.
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its hard to explain to someone why everything is okay and you still want to die
that ur brain cant manage being okay
idk what that even means to be happy
i never had happiness or an easy life in anyway until lately and its not right to me and idk its odd
i wanna die but its hard to explain that
so i dont explain shit
because honestly im not going to die or do anything
its just hard to live this way mentally
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