Unstableflames

[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940 - 1956 — Edward Cohen, c. 11th September 1950

[i want you to tell me i might never recover]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “What I couldn’t explain via text”

[Text ID: “I still don’t know how / to love someone / without swallowing them.”]

“Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh. Do you understand? Do you really understand?”

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952

I'm so sorry I hurt you.. it feels like swallowing glass every time I think it was never your fault.

I thought you were the answer to everything.

“There were lots of ways to love someone, I guessed, both by remembering and forgetting.“

— Sarah Dessen, The Rest of the Story

Being median is funny. I'm not a singlet and not multiple, but a secret third thing. Who am I? Depends on the day but when it comes down to it, I'm me. Who's that? Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy. I'm people soup. A coin with two sides, but still a coin.

microdosing on listening to music by having the same line from a song playing in my head for days straight