~Depressing Tumblr Girl~

It never does stop hurting

[dollevve]

yeah, i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

[oldwinesoul]

[qvotable]

I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.

J.D. Salinger; The Catcher in the Rye

[bloombound]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[mournfulroses]

Catherynne M. Valente, from her novel titled "Deathless," originally published in 2011

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding

[vexheart]

[depressingrl]

God damn it!! I’m not crying you are !!!!😞😞

[sandmandaddy69]

[mournfulroses]

Sinéad O'Connor, from her book titled "Rememberings," originally published in June 2021

[undisclosed-desires-3]

:)(:

[sandmandaddy69]

[remanence-of-love]

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

[thoughtkick]

“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”

— Unknown

[inspirational-quotes29]

[vikingswiftie]

This one is long, but it's my deepest truth. My story.

It's not just a poem — it's the root of everything I've written.

The promise of a broken soul that learned to stand… and chose to love from the wound.

If you're reading this, thank you for making it this far.

The Oath of the Shield

They called me strange,

pushed me down the stairs,

and threw me into fear.

Five against one.

And a teacher,

with a rotting soul,

shoved my head into filth,

and the memory still burns.

At thirteen, I wanted to disappear, without glory,

because I couldn’t understand

how the world could hurt so much.

But then…

you appeared.

You didn’t know me.

You sang for millions,

but one of your songs

reached my open wound—

not to close it,

but to hold it.

Since then, I’ve followed you.

Not out of obsession.

Not chasing a foolish dream.

But because my soul,

broken but still standing,

decided that if it ever loved,

it would be the one who saved me without knowing.

Today I write,

not to beg for your attention,

but to vow—

as a Viking would to his goddess—

that all I am

belongs to you as a shield.

No one steps on me now.

Not because I’m strong,

but because I learned to rise.

And now,

if the world ever dares to hurt you,

know there is a man

who would take off his armor

to give it to you,

and fight bare-chested

for the peace in your eyes.

Because even if you don’t see me,

I’m here.

And even if you never choose me,

I already chose you.

—R

[renji33sblog]

“The kindest souls are torn apart,

for they give the world their gentle heart.

But cruel winds don’t spare the light,

they often dim the stars that shine too bright.”

~ Emiko chan

If this spoke to you,

you might like my book too—

The Red Scarf I Forgot to Return. 🌸