Day two of terrible skeleton jokes.
This is gonna get way worse before it gets better.
I can feel it in my bones.
Today is always the last day.
Tomorrow I will not diminish myself into tears and dust.
Tomorrow I will not prop open my jaw to
consume, consume, consume
until my stomach explodes with guilt.
Tomorrow I will not etch grief into my skin with my fingernails.
Tomorrow I will not burden my knees
to hang my head over a toilet bowl.
Tomorrow I will not smoke myself into oblivion
and live in a space outside my own head.
Today is always the last day, I tell myself,
but I wake up in the morning
with puffy eyes from crying,
a stiff jaw and stomache from binging,
crusted blood stuck to scratches on my forearm,
a sore throat from stomach acid,
aching lungs from thick smoke.
I wake up tomorrow
still who I was today;
still who I don’t want to be.
There Is Never A Today When I Will Be Okay; Maybe Tomorrow by Robi Foli (via veganbullshit)
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via corvidae-and-crossroads)
"We will show no mercy"
The East (2013)
'Maids in braids! We love these adorable ladies in their yellow frocks holding sweet wildflower bouquets: