theratiger

one. dying isn't the opposite of living. it's throwing yourself away, looking at the reflection of yourself in the window. it is trying to empty yourself, one teacup at a time, knowing that you probably could have succeeded if you tried hard enough. it's like clenching your teeth together, like leaning too far back on the chair. it's like when you paused your life for a day, dyed your hair red and renamed yourself. it's like when you realize that you're doing the same over and over, but you're still sitting locked in the same room, alone and crying. and suddenly you don't feel a thing. two. it's like when your face was pressed up against