Ellökted a kezem, és én utána mégis ölelésre tártam.
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Iron Hans,” wr. c. 1963
your anxiety is lying to you. you are loved and going to be okay.
It was they who taught me that a conversation even between strangers could be a gift and a sport of sorts, a chance for warmth, banter, blessings, humor, that spoken words would be a little fire at which you warmed yourself.
Rebecca Solnit, Recollections of My Non-Existence
when margaret atwood said “the desire to be loved is the last illusion. give it up and you will be free”
“If they want to leave, let them. You are worth staying for.”
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8am: anxious as fucking fuck
9am: eLATED! I love everyone!
10am: I look so skinny!!!!!
11am: Drink water! Who needs food
12pm: hahaha obsessive thoughts
1pm: I WANT TO DIE
2pm: MANIC PHASE EVERYTHING IS FAST
3pm: JAJZKZKAKWKSKKSKWKS
4pm: tired. numb. empty.
5pm: oh god I'm actually so sad
6pm: almost crying. dead inside.
7pm: so so so numb
8pm: okay HAHA MIGHT AS WELL DIE
9pm: I'm worthless
10pm: you're fat and disgusting
11pm: AM I REAL? WHAT IS REALITY?
12am: OMG I'M MORTAL I'M GONNA DIE
1am: I don't wanna die!!! HELP
2am: oh god I want to die
3am: stare at the ceiling forever
4am: do I need to sleep at all?
5am: sigh
6am: ha what is the point
7am: oh ok awake again
8am: anxious as fucking fuck-