Long Forgotten

Be gone like everybody else did. Ig: photo._._.bombs

[dyingtulip-blog]

[dyingtulip-blog]

[dyingtulip-blog]

I wish i was strong enough

[purplebuddhaproject]

[dyingtulip-blog]

When you're just laying in your bed one early night, just to escape this villain we call reality. But still you cant, because feeling lonely and alone in this plain bed you're laying is just enough to prove that everything won't ever be right. You can't just sleep and wake up in a castle. Fairytales are only for movies. Grow up

[fyp-psychology]

PSYCHOLOGY FACT #310

People who suffer from anxiety, depression, loneliness and low self esteem have a limited ability to experience love. 

Read more psychology facts Here

[letswritesomenovels]

What to do when you can’t write:

All writers have those days when the words just Don’t. Flow. Where, no matter how hard we try, our pens scratch scribbles on our paper instead of letters. It’s not a fun place to be. The one thing you can’t do is let those days turn themselves into weeks and months. 

I’ve been there often enough myself to develop a number of ways to shake myself out of a writing funk and I’d like to offer them to you. Try one. Try them all. Find out what works for you and get to writing again. 

Start with a small goal and let it grow. Tell yourself you just want to write one sentence. Then one paragraph. You put the frog in lukewarm water, and then turn the burner on. 

Try using a progress tracking chart, like this one by ArtsyAndreaM on Deviant Art.

Similarly, buy a pack of stickers and place one on your calendar/planner/diary for every 500 words you write that day.

Tell a friend your writing goal and have them hold you accountable to it. If they’re interested in what you’re writing you can even send them your work at the end of each day/week. 

 Listen to inspiring speeches by authors you like, like one of these by Neil Gaiman. 

Give yourself permission to write something terrible. Something terrible is something, at least.

Print out some inspiring essays and quotes and post them on the wall above your desk. NaNoWriMo pep talks can be especially great. 

Write a scene in your head. It doesn’t count if it’s in your head, so you don’t have to worry about it being terrible. If it isn’t terrible, put it on paper. 

Go to a coffee shop or library full of other people working. It just might be enough to guilt you into working too. 

Give yourself 10 minutes on Write or Die, where there are consequences for stopping even for a few seconds. 

Use Writer’s Block and block yourself from everything on your computer except a blank page for a number of minutes or words.  

Write in a journal. Write a letter. Anything to get any words out of your head. 

Reread one of your favorite books. Remind yourself why you want to write in the first place. 

Be honest about when you’re procrastinating, like when you’re writing blog posts or tidying up your desk, and when you’re actually doing something that will help you write. 

[fyp-psychology]

PSYCHOLOGY FACT #310

People who suffer from anxiety, depression, loneliness and low self esteem have a limited ability to experience love. 

Read more psychology facts Here

[fyp-psychology]

PSYCHOLOGY FACT #311

Some people are actually afraid of being too happy because they think something tragic is going to happen soon. This is known as Cherophobia.

Read more psychology facts Here

[dyingtulip-blog]

There's only one way to live life: pretend.

[extrasad]

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

[martinawrites]

this need to be on everyone’s blog

[sleepybambi]

this makes me think..

[janoskipornhub-deactivated20150]

God bless whoever wrote this.

[ioanaslovesongs]

im crying

[phanscuddles]

I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.

[sent-imental]

please please PLEASE reblog this

[ohfallacies]

If I ever hurt you, know that I never intended to.

Smokerplates (via smokerplates)

[ohfallacies]

Sometimes, i have to question myself, Who am I? I am a human being. And a human is bound to make mistakes. But unfortunately, ‘mistakes’ isn’t a word that exists in the dictionary of the world. And it’s non-existence has threatened me to a point where I’ve to question myself again. Am I that sinful that I can’t be forgiven? Sin is not a sin unless you make it one. How can you call something as being wrong when you don’t even know what’s right? I’ve become so caught up in my ‘sins’ that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to live.

(via smokerplates)

[ohfallacies]

And then there is that one person you love. So much that they consume all your thoughts day and night. So much that you you just could lie down with them for an eternity. So much that you would do anything to be with them. But then you realize it. Realize the truth. They had been lying. Lying all along. Lying about the fact that they loved you. Lying about how they will love you forever. Lying that every damn time you asked them how much they loved you. It is always that one person you love the most who leaves you broken in the end.

excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (via smokerplates)

[ohfallacies]

We keep waiting for a better day But a better day never comes. We keep waiting for things to change But all we see is people changing. We keep looking for a new light But we always end up with the same darkness.

(via smokerplates)

[riswriteswords-blog1]

I want to shout it. I want to scream it. I want to tell them that I’m not fine, that I’m breaking apart, but I always end up lying instead.

Ris // lie after lie (via thesocietyofpoets)

[hanwritingagain]

i saw a picture of you smiling with your new girl. i felt the thunder rumbling in my bones, i pushed this away because your smile looked so genuine. i couldnt be upset because that’s all i ever wanted for you in the first place, im happg to see you happy and your smile gets me every time.

i love seeing you happy, even if it’s not because of me (via thesocietyofpoets)