“I’m just dying to say, ‘Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?’ or ‘Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?’ But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.”
— Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via feellng)
“I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via onlinebabe)
Source: theburnthatkeepseverything
“Lately it’s been hard to live in my body. My heart is full of skeletons. My palms are bleeding from clinging to a love like like the sharp edge of a knife. But you kiss me like forgiveness. You hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze. Loving you heals me.”
— Clementine von Radics, “Bodily” (via feellng)
I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too // Markus Zusak.
“And I told myself, never forget the boy who told you that he loved you, Saturday morning 2:27 a.m, high on something, needing to know that he could be loved. Nor the way you told him you loved him, Saturday morning 2:28 a.m, low on the rolls of life, realizing that your heart knew how to love.”
— Parallel Waters. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
What if happiness stems from the absence of the very thing you believed provided your contentment? You spend your days anticipating being in their arms and they’re the last thing to cross your mind before you give into sleep. Then, one day you find yourself screaming on your kitchen floor, gasping for breath and clenching your chest, convinced that your heart is going to fail you at that exact second. When you feel that your world is crashing down all around you, you find the strength to pick yourself up. You find strength in the same darkness that you believed would destroy you. Suddenly your in the world on your own and for the first time, you feel the sun on a brisk day, you see the faces of the people you pass on the sidewalk, and your screaming your favorite songs with your best friends as you drive down the freeway. And one day, you start to walk by the old places that made you feel and now you don’t even think. On that day, you pick yourself up off of the kitchen floor and realize that you don’t hurt anymore.
“you think you’re in love and this is the one and this is it. you may be right, but before you move heaven and earth and split the sea down the middle to make it work, take their hand in yours, turn the lights off, turn your computers and phones and the tv off. shut yourself off from the world. is this someone you can sit with in the darkness? is this someone you can sit with in silence? is this someone you can spend hours doing nothing else but counting the distance between lightning and thunder? because life is more than a forever of picture perfect moments - it’s darkness, and silence and interludes in which you hold your breath. forever should not feel like forever, it should feel like no time at all; it should feel like a blink of an eye; an interlude between the lightning strike and a thunder.”
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about forevers.
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Woah
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“One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.”
— (via ieatyourgirlright)
Source: megan-hansenn
“Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.”
— 6pm in New York- Drake (via bl-ossomed)
u know someone is having a rough day when their favorite song plays and they don’t sing along
No one will understand how much this just broke my heart.
