I’m just tired and lost, that’s all. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe.
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“If someone told me that I could live my life again free of depression provided I was willing to give up the gifts depression has given me—the depth of awareness, the expanded consciousness, the increased sensitivity, the awareness of limitation, the tenderness of love, the meaning of friendship, the appreciation of life, the joy of a passionate heart—I would say, ‘This is a Faustian bargain! Give me my depressions. Let the darkness descend. But do not take away the gifts that depression has dredged up from the deep ocean of my soul and strewn along the shores of my life. I can endure darkness if I must; but I cannot live without these gifts. I cannot live without my soul.”
~David N. Elkins (via traptheham)
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She.
She acts like summer, but she can’t see it. She can’t see the flame inside her own eyes that could contain such love and purity but because of other people’s words have been turned into a dim broken light that reflects not on the sun, but the moon’s regretful shadow. Here eyes tell a story.
She walks like rain, so gracefully and elegantly, she leaves her mark on the cruel and ruthless world. Yet still, she hides in her room, tears failing to stop streaming down her face. Sleep was her only salvation from the horror of existence, but lately she began to feel numb.
She smiles like the sun, such beauty and refinement but it was all fake. All of it. All of the smiles and laughs and cheers and love. It seemed to have disappeared a long time ago - faded : contained in her past that kept reappearing in the darkest of her nightmares.
She laughs like god, so pure and bright. But again it was fake. But who could see it? Nobody. And that is why she felt so alone, because nobody could see it, despite how painfully obvious it was. When she went to school with eye bags that she failed to conceal, or the way she took deep breaths every 5 minutes, even the way her fingers would tremble and shake when the fewest of words were spoken to her. It felt like her lungs were filling up with water, so she just sat back and let herself drown. Nobody actually cared. That was the scary part.
She is a hurricane. Strong and fierce but when you look deeper and see the storms true colours, you see that it is staying up by smallest point and it is bound to fall. When you see inside you could understand everything, but it was hard to see inside, and her soul was too deep to explore for people who only ever swam in the shallow end. But the hurricane could not take it anymore, anything. It had survived to much and it was slowing down, becoming numb and not being able to move swiftly. Her heart and soul were too damaged to continue. So just like that : She acted like summer, she walked like rain, she smiled like the sun and she was a hurricane. But it didn’t matter now, because she is gone.
AN: this is my first piece of writing on here, oh god it’s so terrible
the perks of being a wallflower
The worst kind of song are the ones that make you remember something that you’re trying to forget at all costs
Anonymous (via ephemerialism)
Source: significant-things
We always thought we’d look back on our tears and laugh, but we never thought we’d look back on our laughter and cry
My favourite quote (via that3rdculturekid)
She is art.
Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world.
But one day, your eyes weren’t blue. They were oceans.
E. Grin (via written-in-pen)
Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.
Huey P. Newton
(via purplebuddhaproject)
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.
Charles Darwin, The Autobiography of Charles Darwin, 1809–82 (via skinzu)
Source: fyp-philosophy
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But things work out, you know? Even if it doesn’t feel okay for a long time, or even if it feels like things will never be okay again, everything works out in the end.
Lauren Morrill, Meant to Be (via fashion-in-ny13)
Source: simply-quotes.net
I don’t know where I’m gonna be five years from now, but I pray to god it’s somewhere with a beautiful view and beside you.
(via dirtyberd)
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Wer den Teufel in mir weckt, sollte sich verdammt gut mit dem Feuer auskennen.
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