FADE INTO DARKNESS

California native. From North to South. Always learning Always living

[childmagazine]

[pr1nceshawn]

[heavemly]

[reality-escape-artist]

It’s pathetic really, how much I still hope it’s you and me in the end.

(via neutral)

[makemeforgeteverythingg]

[lsleofskye]

Your Delusional Sunset

[quotemadness]

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

Janet Fitch (via quotemadness)

[zatala13]

Spoil me with your time 😌

[xx-ghostgirl-xx]

[iglovequotes]

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[psych-facts]

The actuality of depression that no one seems able to grasp is you have to fight for your own life. You don’t have doctors forcing standard treatments or have an entire support team praying for you. You’re solely responsible for providing the encouragement and care necessary to keep you alive. The times I’ve been at my sickest I had to fight with every last drop of hope I had to get myself out of the grave my mind was digging for me. The disease is what kills you. It corrupts your mind forcing your every thought to scare you enough that suicide seems like your only way out. I wish people could understand that… not only to show the respect those who lost their battle with depression deserve and not view it as an act of selfishness, but also to realize how fucking strong a person living with depression has to be to not slip into that same scenario. Personally, I think that there’s always going to be something better than not being here at all… not to mention the fear of where I’ll end up, there’s far too much unknown, which terrifies me, which is good… Because I know what it feels like to be in the position people are in before they end it all. It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy and I wouldn’t even want to attempt to explain it to you. Because it’s, well, depressing. About as depressing as it can get really

It should not make someone uncomfortable to publicize facts on mental illness.  Like arms and legs, the mind is a part of the body.

- Submitted by Riley Elizabeth

(via psych-facts)

[controverseylovescompany]

Day after day, I smile, I talk, I hang out, I work, go to school, run errands, play soccer, listen to music, read, watch the sun set, smoke cigarettes, watch tv, drink, eat if I can, and think. And think. And think. And think. To the point I can’t sleep. To the point that I have gotten less than 8 hours of sleep in the last 3 days and I’m still wide awake at 1 in the morning. I’m numb during the day. I’m sad at night. Haunted by the past. Traumatized by the future. Everyone says just be positive and appreciate what life has to offer. I try. But it all comes back to being broken. Unfulfilled. Unsatisfied. Joyless. Meaningless. Unwanted. Unappreciated. Wasted. What do you do when you feel this everyday? You pretend. You pretend to care. You pretend to try. You pretend to be happy. But all you are is sad. Deep. Deep. Deep. Down. It envelopes me. It consumes me. It becomes me. Day after day

[thegoodvybe]

[nevver]

Don’t fuck this up

[love-personal]

[danger]

[purplebuddhaproject]

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.

Timothy Leary   (via purplebuddhaproject)