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crazy how u can miss a person and never wanna see them again at the same time
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ok fiiiiiine maybe we’re not supposed to be friend with everyone we’ve ever loved in our lives
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i feel like life is just a big backpack we just keep filling with our traumas and people we love and grief and that stupid comment that made you cry and it keeps getting bigger and bigger but it cant fit it all so it starts to come undone and holes start to appear in the fabric and eventually your back starts to hurt and your vulnerability starts to spill through the pockets and we’re just all expected to work and laugh and smile with this huge monster on our backs and how ridiculous is that? im just so tired of this goddamn backpack it just keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and at this point im holding my mothers screams in one hand and my best friend leaving me in the other and my whole personality falling apart in my mouth like a fucking puppet trying to keep the threads tying me to sanity in place but its getting too sophisticated and hard and i dont know how much more i can juggle before this backpack tears my whole reality in half
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soy un saco de huesos de personas que queria y se fueron
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i dont get whats the fucking point of ur head telling u u deserve to be dead if its still not gonna give u the guts to attempt
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get out of my face with the whole “it will get better” bullshit. genuinely sick of hearing it
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being in rome with suicidal thoughts has gotta be a whole other level of sad lol
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“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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one of the best feelings is being caught off guard by someone’s kindness towards you, especially when you’re having a bad day, and you can’t stop thinking about it for the next two weeks
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