I wish I could just rip away my uterus. I want to grip my womb and take it out myself. These maternal urges, my sexual drive, is driving me insane. I despise that I'm a woman.
All of my life I've been nothing but an object, they get what they want and decide to leave when they know the real me, I know this won't end, it's the same over and over and over again. All they want from me is a body I can't even love myself.
So what's the point? If I will never be happy, if I cannot have a family
What's the point? What's my purpose?
Will I ever be happy?
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Wonder if you care
That I'm not chasing anymore
But I'm worried that I don't feel like I'm dying if you don't reach out to me
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I won't get that out of my head
You looked at me in the eyes and said
" I don't know if I'm paying my mistakes the way you're just like me."
At first I took it as a joke, I do look a lot like you
Until, Smoking became more of a habit to cope with stress and I became an addict before I even noticed.
We truly are alike...
I am my father's daughter.
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Shelly Duvall
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Kate Bush — Wuthering Heights (1978)
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Sometimes I feel that many of my problems could be avoided if I stopped trying to turn my sadness into something beautiful in the pursuit of love, and instead just allowed myself to feel it.
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anyone else imagine they’re eating human meat when you’re just eating steak or pork lmao
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I want my body to look like this again
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Kate Bush at the Lionheart launch party, 1978
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its true ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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