I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
— Richard Siken (via desertionexodus)
who hates themselves
is a special kind of violence,
a fight inside the bones,
a war within the blood.
— Yrsa Daley-Ward ‘A steady, blunt Self Harm.’ (via thiswillnotlast)