Flowers For Moi

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Uh I believe I can call you a fool for wanting to put your head in the oven

drowning isn't why I like dear miss woolf

also this part's addressed to the other anon

Annoying this one's my full time job , not yours bud

No way you are doing this with me there's no way it's you?? Tell me it isn't you? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I am a servant for my mothers unhappiness. I can make myself smaller, mother, I can become quieter. I am a wound that you can’t stop picking. I take scraps from dinner as little parts of love. I know that I am not easy to love. I know I wear my sadness so visibly that you’ve become ashamed of me. Make me small, crush me up in the palms of your hands. Destroy me for breakfast and devour me for lunch, leave nothing left of me, not even for the birds. Eat me. Eat me up. It’s too late to apologise now, sorry means nothing when you’re choking on my leftovers.

— Hannah Green, from “Are you still hungry, Mother?”

HAIIII!!!!!

RUBY CHAN

And if you're ever tired of bеin' known for who you know

You know that you'll always know me

Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 1 July 1918, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol.I: 1915-1919

lost my cool*

i hate emojis

the onslaught of emoji's ew

I hope you are taking your meals on time

Run to me when the world gets mean to you I will always be here

Sometimes you need to hold onto grief and let it consume you, let it hurt you in ways you never thought it could. Destroy some parts of you in order to move you.