When My Heart Stop Spilling Out Of My Chest From Anxiety, And My Legs Stop Bouncing, And I Can Fucking

Cowboy capybara

Please take good care of them!

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

there is no justice in this world for girls who don’t want to get up but have to

i need to eat a food. none of the food in the house is The Right Food. what is the right food? only god knows. and we're not on speaking terms right now.

i've been watching myself disappear as i do nothing to stop it from happening

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), Immigrant Gathering, 2016. Oil on canvas, 122 x 81.5 cm.

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