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i have a farm. and blue eyes. and a nice nose. and red hair.
wonderings, pictures, tidbits
bubble and squeak.
my name is ash.
slytherpuff, female, manic depressive, bellydancer, insomniac, feminist, bubbly drunk, hedge,hearth, and green witch, welcome to my world.
there are massive amounts of
the following: harry potter, batman, and various hippie dippy things. good day to you.

There’s just something about

this time of year that gets to me. I feel horribly claustrophobic and trapped, and I just have this horrible urge to disappear for a month or so. It’s this tightness in my chest and a heaviness in my stomach that I can’t get rid of. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had an appropriate amount of alone time, but I can’t stand being in this place anymore. I just feel like I can’t get away, like I never will.

There’s also this little itch at the base of my mind reminding me of how free I felt when I was snorting pills this time last year- how open and wide-eyed I was. I just…things are getting too concrete. I’d like a tattoo, but where to get one?

I feel like if I just had that little hit of pain I’d be alright; I’d come back to me again.

— 2 years ago with 2 notes
#November blues  #addiction  #brain vomit 
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