You think your anger is daring. You think it's vicious. You think your anger makes you feared. The shrill voice, the popping veins, flushed face. You think it gives you power and that no one could stand a chance against your rage. Like you are the glory of hell fire. When you come home and the food is cold, when you are tired but there is no one to listen to your complaints, when you are lonely and the left side of your bed is cold, when you are anxious and there's no one to call, when you are in pain and no one really seems to care, do you call it freedom? Or is it fair that you think it's the world that treated you unfairly? When the world, greets you cold, shouldn't you question how you have treated it too?

But I see it I do. how anger is your answer to pain. Anger is for when you hurt. Anger is your most tragic defense. I see how agonising it is to live with this fire clawing at your chest because you seem wronged and on and on again when all you feel is like you have done all of it right. But while this world may not be yours, your reality is completely your own. So, even when you mourn holding on to the ashes, you have to beware the monster within you set this forest on fire.

no babe please don’t cry you’re so lizzy grant, long lost lisbon sibling, kate moss, blythe doll, ultraviolence, black ribbons, coffee and cigarettes, red lipstick core

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

coffee from my lil coffee station

took a walk, made a to-do list and some tea, about to start my homework <3

i love my big ass coffee🫡 (chemistry is gonna make me kms)

ℐ𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁

2024 vibes (less people, more me)

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