I don't feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
Source: thezeroquotes
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it’s home when you look forward to it after a long day. it’s home when you love every person living in it. it’s home when your parents don’t keep fighting all day. it’s home when your husband doesn’t make you feel like your’re caged in it. it’s home when your father is not abusive. it’s home when you love every corner of it. it’s home when there’s nowhere else you want to go. it’s home when there are memories in each room. it’s home when you recognize the aroma in its air. it’s home when it doesn’t feel empty even if you’re alone in it. it’s home when you think it’s beautiful even if the building is old. it’s home when you feel that you are loved and wanted in it.
it’s home when you don’t feel like running away from it.
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I fell for you but hit the ground
Lewis Capaldi // Tough
It’s so tiring to distract myself from my own mind. Not being able to have any time to relax myself because I’m so terrified of my own head. It is mentally and physically draining.
it’s like everyone else has found their place and their friends and they all have lives but all i can do is sit in my room and sleep. it’s like i’m losing my youth to my own mind.
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i’ve lost my youth and young adult life to mental illness and those are years i’ll never fucking get back and it’s not poetic it’s fucking devastating
it's so sad that for some kids living is so hard that they want to give up. Im keeping myself alive to fight for the ones who crave not waking up when they go to bed at night.
even on tumblr i’m the quiet kid that sits in the corner and doesn’t really know anyone
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