night comes and i escape out the window and turn into a wild animal
a photo of you on instagram. the caption is: “I love you so much. my whole world changed when I met you. you are so amazing, so special.” the comments are flooding in: “they are so wonderful and perfect” “I wish I could talk to them” “I’m so glad they’re here” “I can’t wait to meet them one day” “the world is so lucky they’re alive”
hello, i hope you have all been travelling good. i made a music album. it’s cassette stuff, if you’re into that. hope someone out there enjoys it. <3
okay. it’s late on a sunday. you have work/school/responsibilities in the morning. you were hoping to kick your fever by the weekend, but it’s hanging around. it’s making you feel claustrophobic. you go outside, onto the grass. it’s freezing cold and damp. the air feels good. you turn the radio on. “this one’s for anyone feeling lonely tonight.” the song is nice. maybe tomorrow will feel different. you hold onto that: maybe tomorrow will feel different.
sometimes the sound of the earth is so loud!!!!!!!!! sometimes i sit on the grass and feel like crying!!!!!! i feel like the grass is so close to me we are almost the same!!!!!! and then the wind blows over me and i could just live in this forever!!!!!!!!!
every time i see one of your posts come up on my dash, i smile a little bit inside. i don't remember when i started following this blog, but i know it feels like you've been by my side since the beginning. thank you for posting every now and then. you make my days just a little bit easier to bear at times
just so you know my adolescence has been so enriched by the experience of this blog and these kinds of messages and sharing of stories and whatnot. it brings me so much joy & love. thank you for following me : )
nothing, NOTHING will bring me more salvation than standing on the edge of a cliff and screaming at the ocean below. on the walk back home i bow my head to streetcats and they bow back in mutual respect
oh to be surrounded by fine china and porcelain plates. oh to smash it all up, screaming
concept: i am sending you so much love through the screen right now and by the time you finish reading this you will have received a little package of peace and love. there u go
future me needed to read this. another concept: i am sending gratitude and compassion to my past self. you’ll be okay. thank you for your resilience.
there is a steady stream that leads to a river. the river is wide, and edged by lush grass. it is a pale blue, pure and crisp. drink from it and swim in it, let it absorb your sorrow. it is shallow, mostly, but wade further in and you could dive deep if you wanted to. swim to the island in its centre. there is a tree to rest beneath. it will only turn to night if you wish it to.
hoping to alienate myself so much that i transform into a little rock in an empty room and i have no thoughts or feelings.
the sunlight on my windowsill and the air on my face is enough to make me peaceful
in the warm afternoon we roast our vegetables. our home is on the edge of a forest, and in the quiet you might hear the ocean. maybe we’ll invite our families or friends. or maybe we’ll eat alone. maybe we’ll eat outside in the sunshine. it’s so easy to fall asleep. it’s so warm and quiet.
how big and how magnificent you are. you tower up, up, over the city. stretch up to the sky! take a single, careful step and you’ll be far away. become small again. lay down, rest. it is quiet here. no one can see you anymore.
your blog has been helping me since i was in about 10th grade and im in my second year of college now. thank you for the positive affirmations and messages! i still come back and read them over again
oh god. oh god. my heart. thank you so much. congratulations on making it to college!
i started this blog in 2015, around the time i was first admitted to a psych ward and began my recovery. i’ve changed a lot since then. and it seems you have, too. i still come back and read old entries sometimes!
lots and lots of love to you. thank you for sharing
it’s about living with ptsd and ocd. for me, this sometimes comes with distortions of reality, memory, time, and identity - so it’s kind of a representation of that experience.
it’s called Joyous, Spectacular. i hope you like it. ❤️