inhale

❝ it’s heavy. it’s so heavy, everything i’m carrying. i just wanna put it down, but it’s grown into me, right into my spine, around my lungs. makes it hard to breathe. makes it hard to look up. makes it hard to keep going. i don’t know how to root it out without ripping something vital out of me along with it, and i can’t reach that far back anyway. so i keep carrying it and it keeps growing heavier. ❞ ​

—one day it's gonna grind me right into the dust