"I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited."
— Jorge Luis Borges

If I ever fall in love I'd rather Stick a shotgun in my mouth and pull the trigger with my toes.

This is my therapy

Any little thing to numb this hell

"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

Sending memes is a love language.

Crying because I'm ugly

That stabbing pain, Jesse Mockrin

Wanna sleep for 5 years

visual representations of how intense heartbreak and loneliness feel

Always have an escape plan.