This tumblr is
everything that puts me together,
its majority of the things that sit in my mind,
day after day.
I would suffer. I would suffer. I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.
I want to have more sex, travel more, drink more wine and love life.
I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.