I’m Trying So Fucking Hard And No One Sees That. I’m Trying So Fucking Hard To Stay Alive But My

My reaction if rihanna was doing my makeup.

on being devoured by grief, by sorrow

fyodor dostoevsky, the dream of a ridiculous man // geloy concepcion // georges bataille, "esctacy" from guilty tr. bruce boone // sophocle's electra (tr. peter meineck and paul woodruff // anne sexton, from a letter to anne clarke written october 1964 // image via pinterest // callista buchen, taking care // rainer maria ralke // art by barbara kroll // haruki murakami, 1Q84

a mess

"Don't see yourself as a victim"

Oh, I'm sorry, do you think I was a fucking volunteer?

A couple of thoughts I had after I listened to this interview by Russos:

- If you’re killing off a character, and audience doesn’t believe it, you’re doing something wrong.

- If you’re killing off a character, and have to break the 4th wall by using another character as your voice to tell the audience this is true, you’re doing something wrong.

- If you have to do the previous twice, you’re doing something wrong.

- If you have to kill of 7/8 of a race to make your character more interesting and human, you’re doing something wrong.

- If you think you have to kill the character to complete their arc, you’re wrong.

Breakfast 🔪

“And today, I sat in my car alone in the empty parking lot and cried. I cried for the girl I was at 9, I cried for the girl I was at 13, I cried for the girl I was at 16, and I cried for the girl I am today. I shed tears for the versions of me that were killed and born out of necessity, out of survival. I know I am not responsible for the hurt people bestowed me, but I am the one who bears the consequences of other’s failures. I am the one who knows how much blood was spilled, and I am the one who sees the scars that were left on my skin as a reminder of what happens to vulnerability. I am the only one who mourns what other people killed in me.”

-n.c. // grief