Hayley Willaims, Roses/Lotus/Violet/Iris
Pablo Picasso. Fleur: Étude pour Le Chant des Fleuves XVI
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it feels alone, cold, harsh.
it cuts deep. it’s too familiar.
the earth has stopped spinning, it seems.
i’m locked in a box for the foreseeable future.
the ones i love have the ones they love.
i have me. i have some soft, plush, fuzzy friends. i have cold, sharp, mean friends. i have me. i have me. i have me. i want to get away.
all i see is red. i miss reality. the earth has stopped spinning it seems.
so it seems.
Not to sound selfish, but unfortunately quarantine has made it extremely harder for people with mental disorders.
tell me about it 😞😞
y’all ever just……. listen to all of paramores music in its entirely and feel brand new again??? yeah me too
“I know that my anger is made of pain and hurt and want. It feels bottomless sometimes.”
— Kelly Sundberg (via writingsforwinter)
Anonymous asked:
i want to love and adore you, and become close friends, and make you laugh. but I also want to use you like a filthy little fuck toy 😔
who tf
