Blythe Baird // Dave Eggers
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Blythe Baird // Dave Eggers
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me replying to messages 10 days late and blaming it on my busy schedule to hide the fact that my depression has me thinking simple correspondence is an actual workload:
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
imagine being sad and having someone you love hug you
Ornate, just for me.
I kinda need a hug but I’d rather DIE than let anyone know I am a human being that desperately craves intimacy
“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words.”
— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. November 1912
Parents be like that’s my emotional support eldest daughter
parents be like that’s the third parent in the family, my eldest daughter
parents be like that’s my parent, my eldest daughter
shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer.”
— Paulo Coelho (via naturaekos)
_mansour_a on ig
“I do not really know whether I have survived. My inner self has shut itself up more and more. As though to protect itself, it has become inaccessible even to me,”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Elisabeth Schenck wr. c. January 1919