(via pissbuket)
The hairs on your arm with stand up.
At the terror in each sip and each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup.
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
I think I’m finally starting to realize it’s really not worth it at all.
“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.”— Sylvia Plath
(via wordsthat-speak)
“I’m always stuck between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.”—