TAKE A BREATH & DIVE IN DEEP

              BROKEN DREAMS AND SILENT SCREAMS. ©

I’VE MOVED!

                 THE WORLD HAS SWALLOWED ME WHOLE. i am broken bones holding myself, white knuckles around broken soul. like something ephemeral, i let it all go — the world has swallowed me whole, and i, i find myself in dark rooms. written by danielle, 24, cst.

I’VE MOVED!

I’VE MOVED!

                 THE WORLD HAS SWALLOWED ME WHOLE. i am broken bones holding myself, white knuckles around broken soul. like something ephemeral, i let it all go — the world has swallowed me whole, and i, i find myself in dark rooms. written by danielle, 24, cst.

                 THE WORLD HAS SWALLOWED ME WHOLE. i am broken bones holding myself, white knuckles around broken soul. like something ephemeral, i let it all go — the world has swallowed me whole, and i, i find myself in dark rooms. written by danielle, 24, cst.

I’VE MOVED!

                 THE WORLD HAS SWALLOWED ME WHOLE. i am broken bones holding myself, white knuckles around broken soul. like something ephemeral, i let it all go — the world has swallowed me whole, and i, i find myself in dark rooms. written by danielle, 24, cst.

I’VE MOVED!

                 THE WORLD HAS SWALLOWED ME WHOLE. i am broken bones holding myself, white knuckles around broken soul. like something ephemeral, i let it all go — the world has swallowed me whole, and i, i find myself in dark rooms. written by danielle, 24, cst.

                 THE WORLD HAS SWALLOWED ME WHOLE. i am broken bones holding myself, white knuckles around broken soul. like something ephemeral, i let it all go — the world has swallowed me whole, and i, i find myself in dark rooms. written by danielle, 24, cst.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS

i woke up in the morning and i didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway. just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. and i can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t sit still or fix things and i wake up and i wake up and you’re still dead, you’re under the table, you’re still feeding that damn dog, you’re cutting the room in half. whatever. feed him whatever. burn the straw house down. ( x )

Toni Morrison, Beloved   (via thatkindofwoman)