I wish someone would’ve just sat me down, five years ago, ten years ago even, and told me how much growing up would feel like digging my soul out of my body by teaspoons and burying it.
by from an unfinished story #810 (via thoughts-into-ink)
by from an unfinished story #810 (via thoughts-into-ink)
This is how it has always been with me. Give me something good, I’ll destroy it. Love me, I’ll destroy you. I have never felt deserving of anything in my life.
by James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via avvfvl)
by James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via avvfvl)
Dissociation is so weird because half the time i’ll dissociate as a coping mechanism to deal with some kind of stressful event, and the other half of the time i’ll just be chillin eating some pancakes and my brain will be like “u aren’t real and neither are these pancakes” and I’m just like “ok”