I crave just your skin against mine, your lips against mine, your body next to mine, your arms around me.. I just crave your presence.. I crave you…
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@drowninginmydepression
I crave just your skin against mine, your lips against mine, your body next to mine, your arms around me.. I just crave your presence.. I crave you…
Sometimes I just feel like everything would be so much easier if I was just gone. I don’t know if it’s normal to think about being dead as often as I do. It’s not like it used to be where I feel like I would actually do it, but sometimes I just like to imagine what it would be like and how great it would be to not have anything else to worry about - no more constantly overthinking everything, going through the motions, looking for the right emotion or thing to say. Sometimes I just wish I weren’t here anymore.
Teen Idle- Marina and the diamonds
I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via theclassicsreader)
I stand in the mess of myself.
Colum McCann, “Let The Great World Spin” (via wordsnquotes)
I want people to be proud of me but not as much as I want to be proud of myself.
Rachel Wolchin
(via kushandwizdom)
I know it’s impossible to explain this to you. I carry this terrible aching hell in my heart.
Charles Bukowski, from a letter to Louise Webb featured in Screams From The Balcony: Selected Letters 1960 - 1970 (via q-x)
I need a break from the loneliness that is totally consuming me.
Unknown (via lostsoulsworlds)