Ashrin

back for winter 

give me wutiwant who am I supposed to please who am I supposed to please who am i 

with rain comes new life and where some leaves die the path for a new blossom is eroded in the soil 

I can’t grieve this life anymore 

it’s up to me to keep myself healthy, mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually. not make it worse. don’t forget. 

I don’t deserve all this goodness when all I give back is disappointment 

a lot can happen in 2 weeks 

I swear I’m actually trying to have a good time im just also addicted to being in a perpetual state of rage and silence 

Enlighten me, King of Ithaca, since hunger was far too great, I wonder who’d take the weight of the damned and suffer a gruesome fate.

everything sucks I want to break radio silence