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4:56am The feeling of absence hangs over me. It is crippling. I am missing a part of me. Possibly a part I have yet to find. This is a mess, I am a mess. I don’t remember what feels good, I can’t figure out how to fill this hole that is gnawing at my insides. 3:20pm This year, the snow will fall on the 1st of November. I have always hated the cold but after everything you put me through I now find comfort in it. This year, the snow will fall, and so will I. 11:46pm People can’t seem to handle me at my worst. I am put aside for later. I am dust on a shelf. I have been here too long, gradually building up. No one will notice me until I am clean, until I am washed, until I am gone.

Morning through night I am lost (via healingx)

my-teen-quote

therelatableimages

Are you a teen? You will love this blog!

ghoulishoccultist

My only advice for dealing with me is to catch me while I still care.

(via soulsscrawl)

myliesarethetruth

How sad that walls heard more honest feelings than humans ever could.

S.M. // (via myliesarethetruth)

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

Something in his attitude made her feel tired of things.

D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works (via violentwavesofemotion)

tiny-facts

Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder

Unknown (via psych-facts)

maegi

Teenage Suicide - Short film (x)

cute relatable blog! =]

psych-facts

I am living for the day when I find someone who will love me even when I am sad. Even when depression leaves scars on more than just my skin. Even when anxiety makes me ugly. Even when I don’t want to be loved. And I don’t buy into the bullshit that you can’t love someone until you love yourself first because my chest is burning with a passion for a familiar stranger that I haven’t yet met. And I have nothing but love to give to the person who sees something in me worth loving. Because a blind man still wants to know what the world looks like. Still wants to believe in what he cannot see. And I am living for the day when they find me. And they will tell me that they love me without exceptions and I will believe them. And I will believe that there is something in me worth loving. Even if I can’t see it.

- Ceres // mentamorphisis (via psych-facts)