There’s smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my...– Aesop Rock
I think I’m getting the flu. Sa-weet.
Are getting worse, more severe, more often, more regularly, more medicine. I hate this. And I get panic attacks about my panic attacks. The last time I was this bad was 7 years ago, and I ended up being a agoraphobe. I just want it to stop, it feels like dying, physically, and mentally. My whole body trembles out of control, I go cold/hot, lay in fetal position on the floor, dry heave. I see...
I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.– Sage Francis (via furples)
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is...– Finn Butler (via aurelle)