sugar–dyke:

my favorite thing to do is feel guilty about everything and then feel guilty about feeling guilty and then feel guilty about feeling guilty about feeling guilty and the cycle goes on and on and on until i nearly throw up

d-e-writes:

I am frozen by 
my inadequacies,
still as the cars
rush toward me.

My hope is kindling 
for this fire roaring 
within me, gutting 
my insides.

I thought I could 
survive the fall, but
it left me stunned and
dazed.

I’ll live in a cave,
and never show my
face, too burdened
by my careless mistakes.

I’m too lost to take
what I am owed, so
I’ll just hang around 
here for now.

chuachua1997:

Guilt devours my heart, my soul

weeps for it. I wash my hands 

till they bleed and bleed, but they 

the blood isn’t mine! Out, damned spot!

Out, I say! Oh but the blood remains

tattooed on the palms of my hands. 

-E.C.

virginiewoolf:

“…I know what happened and I don’t know what happened; I am bordering on insanity; I have strived to act properly, to live, think, and feel according to my conscience, but there is guilt somewhere.”

— Milena Jesenská, in a letter to Max Brod, from Letters to Milena

h-l-uncertainty:

There is only one man who loved me

For more than my body

Things were slowly falling apart

I cheated and broke his heart

I’ve slept with many guys since

They’re all easy to convince

I stroke their ego

Make them feel powerful

I’ve gotten better at the game

How to clarify my aim

Which pictures and texts to send

Know what they’re willing to spend

I’m scantily clad when I get there

I smile at them while they stare

They take control from here

Under the sheets our bodies disappear

I usually spend the night

I awake with the morning light

When I get home I feel guilty

I am forced to face reality

I have learned to use myself

But I’ve lost respect for myself

I’ve crushed my confidence

And my pain is evident

amargedom:

“You will never be let down by anyone more than you will be let down by the one you love most in the world it’s how gravity works it’s why they call it “falling” it’s why the truth is harder to tell every year you have more to lose but you can choose to bury your past in the garden beside the tulips water it until it’s so alive it lets go and you belong to yourself again.”

— Andrea Gibson (via naturaekos)