28th of june
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But I know what it’s like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can’t. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via larmoyante)
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I’m in pain because the day is ending and somehow I am never healing.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters  (via goghst)
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They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.

(via florential)

Damn.

(via harleylovegood)

Oh my fucking gosh..

(via brennaleee)

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I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.

minivampire  (via themeanbetweenextremes)
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The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but you thoughts about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking.

Eckhart Tolle
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Nothing kills you like your mind

Unknown (via inxpressive)
Track: Bloom
Artist: The Paper Kites
Album: Woodland
Plays: 7,571

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

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I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible.

 J.D Salinger
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My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.

Edvard Munch (via easymomentsandobsession)
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I am a pile of ideas, a pile of dreams, a pile of plans, a pile of doubts, and so many other things. I am a pile of piles and it is so overwhelming. Should I get rid of some piles? Should I climb them? Or should I just give up and hide inside them?

Bshayer F.R. (via wnq-writers)
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