This fatigue is making me want to just have someone cut me open and scrape all the lesions off my spine and out of my brain and off my spinal chord…. Too bad that’s impossible and I am stuck with this disease.

"What happens after Death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it."

Carl Gustav Jung (1875–1961)

(Source: kankalamalini, via priceofliberty)

This was a horrible idea

"And she
learned
to hold
herself
together;
that was her
fairytale
ending."

Michelle K., Paper and Glue. (via michellekpoems)

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