Dancing With The Demons In My Head.

Anonymous. 18. Cutter and depressed. Here to help. I in no way promote or encourage anything on this blogxx

[fiftyshadesofselfdestruction]

There are still days when I’m really fighting myself. Because although it has been 435 days, the thought of tearing my skin open still comforts me sometimes.

(via quaemutatio)

[faded-and-dreaming]

[everything-ishouldvesaid]

Don’t ever forget who’s toxic. If they were toxic to you once, they’ll be toxic to you forever.

Everything-ishouldvesaid (via everything-ishouldvesaid)

[blazeberg]

[wonderlanddreamsx-deactivated20]

[surviving-hero]

[latenz]

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

(via itcuddles)

[trilllions]

[poemsfromalostsoul]

You were my person, but you broke me

i knew it was going to happen sometime, things this good never last for me (via poemsfromalostsoul)

[loveserum-deactivated20191021]

You’ll think, “He has to feel bad. He has to know that he broke my heart, and wish he had done it differently.” And then the scariest thought is that maybe he doesn’t think about it all, doesn’t feel bad at all, because he never even gave it a second thought.

He’d have to actually care to think about the way he ruined you, and you know he didn’t look twice after ripping you to pieces. (via permanentlysad)

[chillin-likeavillainnn]

[garagedad-deactivated20170827]

[reality-escape-artist]

Depression isn’t always crying your mascara off in the shower and playing sad songs in bed. Sometimes it’s not wanting to talk to anyone for days and other times it’s desperately needing to be around people. Sometimes depression is having no appetite even though you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and sometimes it’s eating everything you have in the fridge. Depression isn’t your boyfriend holding you and telling you that it’s going to be okay. It’s sitting across the table, not eating, having him ask you what’s wrong and knowing that you’re ruining his night because you can’t seem to snap out of it and just be happy. It’s the frustrating feeling of desperately wanting to enjoy something and just fucking be normal for once. It’s keeping things a secret from the people you love because you don’t want them to look at you like you’re broken. No, depression isn’t beautiful black and white images. Depression is lonely and frustrating and mostly just fucking exhausting.

Midnight thoughts (Depression isn’t trendy)

This is the fucking truth and honestly it sucks 💀

(via justabrokenprincess)

So. Damn. True.

(via semilivinghope)

[badlydrawneverything]

[paralysing-sadness]

[fuck-yeah-existentialism]

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Jean Paul Sartre (via evils-thoughts)

[cvmpcope]