Today, The World Feels Too Big.

Today, the world feels too big.

I’m too small, too insignificant, too temporary. My mind keeps shredding itself at the realization.

Normally, I’d take refuge in the vastness of it all, hide within it like a freshly dried blanket.

Today, it feels like being left astray in the middle of a cold ocean. I want to drown.

Sabotaged again…will I ever learn?

I’m leaving this here for me

nothing is better than a well-written heavy angst fic

the kneeling, gazing into each other in horror and love and grief

"Leave him! Just, please, leave him alone!"

i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath

MY LADY JANE (screaming into the void)

it’s so good I’m frothing at the mouth like some rabid beast that needs to be put down. The way my affection for the couple snuck up on me without warning or warrant. The CHOKEHOLD they have on me. The slow build up, the tension, the rivalry, the YEARNING.

And then Edward just being a cute little thing that we must proteccc UGH AGH UUGH

*rabid noises*