Insomniac. Failed artist. Gullible. Piano enthusiast. Moderately sarcastic. Semi-nice. Indecisive. Selfish. Trigger-happy.
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She fell in love with his soul before she could touch his skin. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
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"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
-Lisa Kleypas
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Absent.
The earth will continue to rotate despite my absence.
May the twists and turns of life never throw you off balance.
The sun will continue to shine despite my absence.
May it light your way through the tunnels of life’s various facets.
The seasons will continue to change despite my absence.
May the changes never phase you or make you anxious.
You will continue to live despite my absence.
May you understand, one day, why I was absent.
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Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better
— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )
— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient
— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.
— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.
— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.
— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way
— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.
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I come from a long line of people who should not have had children but did anyway
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“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”
— Kriti G.
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An empty glass comforts and torments the thirsty beholder. Comforting to know that there was once water. Comforting to know that they've had a taste. Tormenting to know that there is none now. Tormenting to know that they might never taste it again. Some things are better left empty. "How do you prefer your glass?" I prefer no glass at all. Just give me the bottle and I'll go diving for answers at the bottom of it.
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My life tastes like...
Going to the store to buy apples but upon reaching the store, they only have lemons. You don’t really need lemons, but you’re already at the goddamn store and it would be a waste to not buy anything so you reluctantly buy the fucking lemons. You take the lemons home, wondering what the fuck you’re going to do with them and then some hipster woke ass friend says: “YA KNOW...LIKE OH MAH GAWD...WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU LEMONS...MAKE LEMONAAYYYYYYDE.” So you make lemonade, clenching your teeth whilst imagining drowning them in it.
My life tastes like chaos...and it’s my favourite flavour but even I am getting sick of it.
Cheers ~
#tw self harm#tw selfharm#depression#blood#selfharm#bad habits#mentally ill#bloodlet#depressed#drained#tired
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This place.
I forgot this place existed,
I stumbled down the hall.
I forgot which way I came in,
now I can't get out at all.
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