hello there. i'm rachel. i like flowers & teapots & flowers in teapots (or disused alcohol bottles) & all manner of other vaguely decorative knick-knacks. & ponies more than is sensible. i'm 23, which is far older than i feel. i'm currently located in the east london outskirts. this here is my blog. it's somewhat of an outlet for loneliness and depression; when i feel like it i update, but many days i don't. it is a collection of photos, art, inspiration, musings, curiosities, anonymous letters, poems & anything that helps me feel a little happier, whatever sort of day it is. i hope you find something here that helps you feel a little happier, too.
literally am such an idiot.
have been doing so well.
feeling HAPPY for the first time in fuck-knows-when.
went out, had a few drinks.
urge to self-harm.
like hey, let’s normalise cutting for ourself just a little bit more.
let’s not even try to use our DBT skills, let’s just cut our thighs instead.
let’s drink even thought we know it blurs the edges & makes us more vulnerable to feeling bad.
let’s text people we’re not supposed to be texting to tell them we’re feeling bad, even though we’ll feel even worse for doing so.
fucking weak-willed moronic fucker.
I FEEL SO ALIVE.
for i think the first fucking time in about 3 years!