The Wallflower

Little Whispers

[valentina-poem]

[stavroginas]

Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood

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[princessoftypos-blog]

my social studies teacher once told us “human beings are the most selfish of all. even when someone dies, you shed tears only because they are no more around to provide you with whatever they had been for so long”

and it has been 3 years since she said this and this is still what i think about at night

[artbyjuju]

adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on

[lilmamabeyellin]

even the strongest people get tired

[alicenmaryjane2016]

[8nq-deactivated20161103]

“my head is overflowing with thoughts i can’t allow anyone to know about.” 

— 凛として時雨 - “Abnormalize” 

[letthedarknessgo-deactivated201]

I wish someone would have told me life only gets harder and harder

[itsnotjustpms]

[imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018]

if my 13 year old self could see me now she’s be like i can’t believe you’re still alive

[talesofmydailystruggles]

Hey, how well would you know me, if I went missing tonight? Would you cry? Would you scream? Would you put up a fight? Would you say, “Please, just find her!”? Would you pray that I’m alright? If it was the last time you saw me, Would you remember what I wore? Or am I really that insignificant? Am I really a bore? Hey, how well would you remember me, if I stopped living tonight? Would you know my favorite things? Would you know what makes me smile? The things that make me angry and upset? Or make me laugh and cry? Would you even know how to explain who I am? Would you think about me when I’m gone? Would you remember all the little details about me? If it was the last time you heard from me, Would you remember what I said? I bet you would have never expected that I wished I was dead. There’s so many things that you don’t know That little part of me I will never show I smile and I laugh, but there’s something inside of me I will never let go I can’t trust enough to tell you “I hate life” and I don’t know what being happy really means. There’s these good times that bring me up and then I’m back to where I’ve been. Loathing myself, Telling myself, I don’t deserve to live. Hey, how much would you think about me, if I stopped existing tonight?

–C.L. (via talesofmydailystruggles)

[talesofmydailystruggles]

[suicidalnixi]

[saara138]

drawing with thread instead of pen today 

[softcore-revolutionary]

This.