#depressing quotes about life

[fanaticalthings]

Broke: "Dick Grayson was upset at a new kid taking over his mantle because he doesn't think Jason will be good enough as Robin"

Woke: "Dick is upset at Jason, not because he's suddenly taking over the mantle he created, but because Jason isn't nearly feral enough of a child to drive Bruce insane in Dick's place"

Dick: You wanna be my successor? Go swing from that chandelier right now.

Jason:

Dick: As a matter of fact, I need to see you crawling all over the walls. Make a ruckus, break some furniture

Jason: But Bruce-

Dick: SCREW Bruce. Your job as my new brother is to make his life HELL. Why are you so polite? Why are you so calm? Where's your DRIVE, your PASSION, huh? You may be worthy of the title of Robin, but are you WORTHY of being my disaster brother?

Jason, a little scared: I dont-

Dick, scoffing: The youth these days just don't rebel like they used to.

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[noname-404s-blog]

😢😢😢

[alwaysadri1]

Blocked calls

Lonesome night

So many nights together this last week

Please stay

I’m sorry

Anxious and can’t sleep

I didn’t know i could miss you this deep

[usefulquotes7]

I don’t have any energy to ask or argue about your ignoring anymore.

[afyerarchive]

Then Do It (With a Glitter Pen Suicide Note)

The first time I loved a star

was many, many years ago.

These ambassadors of Hell

trailblaze the despair we're capable of,

embarking and embalming my innocence.

At the end of every sunshine

the night is always waiting,

and all animals in this world know that by heart.

Why then,

do I feel surprised

when my heart tells me it's time to cry?

The hundredth time I loved a star,

against this baptized childhood I was engraved with,

I felt more human

processing the wretchedness of what this heart can really do.

The thousandth time I loved a star,

was when they weren't saddening anymore.

Every morning now I wake up from a long night of stargazing

and I ask myself why,

why I surround myself with the stars that wring me like a sponge.

Every morning I wake up

loving the stars (missing them!);

Loving the impending wringing,

loving the scripts that blot out the sun.

The millionth time I loved a star,

I was in Hell,

loving the wringing,

loving the scripts that blot out the sun.

Loving the wringing,

loving the feeling of being around the things that make you cry.

[sassywiththesas]

If i don't text first we wouldn't talk ever.

[thepathetickind]

by laurenmaerie, be brave today

[bibibusinessman]

A poem about not being ok

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. And yet they judge you when when basic tasks become exhausting.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you want to cry they say it’s not that bad. 

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when your grades are slipping they tell you try harder.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you sleep all day they say you are procrastinating.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when your friends text you and you don’t respond it’s because you are rude.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you leave marks on your skin it’s because you want attention.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you don’t have the energy to clean they tell you you’re lazy.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you feel like giving up they tell you it’s never that bad.

It’s ok to not be ok, just don’t show it. 

[desideriumorsa]

Things, as in the day to day, the living, the seeing and feeling and being, have begun to feel long and relentless. But I know I must persist. I know I will persist.

[ihat3ev3rything]

maybe u don't exist in the future u're worrying about.

[outofmychaos]

is self love possible when I can't even handle my own existence yet?

[noname-404s-blog]

💔

[1ts-izzy]

please don’t let me end up like my father

[ninasdrafts]

I‘m trying to see this for what it is: a new chance, an opening. A clean slate. A way of the universe unmistakably showing me that one phase is over and I’m ready to dive into the next. But all I see is defeat. All I see is the fear of not deserving to end up where I want to be. My thoughts are overwhelming. My doubts are endless. I‘m a well that’s filled to the brim, but my water is poisoned. I‘m a finished painting, a portrait drawn in the most vibrant colours, but the knife is already grasped in my hand. I want to scratch off layer after layer and start again, not because I‘m unhappy with the outcome, but because I don’t know how to do something different. Something new. It’s all old news and repetitions of past mistakes and I don’t know how to break free from this spiral. It comes down to the same thing: I‘m scared senseless. This fear has become a part of me and I don’t know how to let it go. I don’t know how to look at the future without feeling overwhelmed by it. I want to write about hope next, but I‘m not feeling it right now. But one of these days, I will. I will.

one of these days, I’ll write about hope / n.j.

[cartoonchaos]

“gee i wonder why there’s still so much more fanfiction about male characters” “we need more morally complex female characters” “i love relationships that are doomed by the narrative” “more stories need to treat mentally ill characters with compassion and respect” “all his problems could’ve been fixed if he only went to therapy” you fuckers can’t even handle the ending of fionna and cake