Jess

The Stranger in the Mirror
          
          I see a ghost in the glass’s glare,  
          A stranger’s eyes, a hollow stare.  
          Their shadow clings, a wretched shape,  
          A twisted past I can't escape.  
          
          Their words were sharp, their heart was stone,  
          They built their kingdom on a throne  
          Of fragile lies and fleeting pride,  
          Hiding the fear they held inside.  
          
          I loathe the way they wore my name,  
          A mask of vanity, steeped in shame.  
          Their choices haunt me, scars remain,  
          A tapestry of self-made pain.  
          
          But hatred, too, can birth a spark,  
          A flame to guide me through the dark.  
          For though I detest what I once became,  
          I hold the power to shed that name.  
          
          The stranger fades, the mirror clears,  
          Each step dissolves the weight of years.  
          I build anew, with tender care,  
          And leave that shadow standing there.

A Whisper in the Wind
          
          I miss you like the ocean misses the shore,  
          An endless yearning, always wanting more.  
          Your laughter echoes in my empty chest,  
          A haunting melody that will not rest.  
          
          The stars still shine, though dimmer now,  
          Their light is a shadow of the love we vowed.  
          The moon, once our companion, seems so cold,  
          A witness to the stories left untold.  
          
          Your touch, a ghost, lingers on my skin,  
          A memory carved deep within.  
          I trace your name in the night's quiet air,  
          Hoping the wind might carry it somewhere.  
          
          Each dawn breaks, but you are not there,  
          Just a hollow space, too vast to bear.  
          And though time has tried to mend my heart,  
          It falters still, when we’re apart.  
          
          Oh, if fate would grant a single grace,  
          To see once more your beloved face,  
          I’d hold you close, and never let go,  
          For losing you once was enough to know.

how many aura points did i lose for looking at kids' toys and doll sets online ToT
          
          
          
          my inner child is screaming

my mum found out I was talking to someone online and made me block you on everything, I'm sorry

jesski! hru <3

lmao i love your bio

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING 

In Group, Casper doesn't like us to say cut or cutting or burn or stab. She doesn't say what you do or how you do it: it's all the same. You could drink, slice, do meth, snort coke, burn, cut, stab, slash, rip out your eyelashes, or fuck till you bleed and it's all the same thing: self-harm. She says: whether someone has hurt you or made you feel bad or unworthy or unclean, rather than taking the rational step of realizing that person is an asshole or a psycho, and should be shot or strung up and you should stay the fuck away from them, instead we internalize our abuse and begin to blame and punish ourselves and weirdly, once you start cutting or burning or fucking because you feel so shitty and unworthy, your body starts to release this neat-feeling shit called endorphins and you feel so fucking high the world id like cotton candy and the best and most colourful state fair in the world, only bloody and stuffed with infection. But the fucked up part is once you start self-harming, you can never not be a creepy freak, because your body is now a scarred and charred battlefield and nobody likes that on a girl, nobody will love that, and so for all of us, every one, is screwed, inside and out. Wash, rinse, fucking repeat.
          
          Section from Kathleen Glasgow's novel: Girl in Pieces.

bitch how could i hate you, ilysm <3

Most iconic bio ever