breathe

in out

[unorcadox]

[brightstarlou]

I’ve lost friends and family before and gone through some truly awful things, but this grief feels different. I think it’s because I’ve never lost something so intrinsically and almost solely linked to joy. like that’s what 1d represented for me for so many years and still does. when I’m at my absolute lowest, to this day, I put on 1d songs to make me feel happier, and it always works. and now I’m at loss, because I don’t know what to reach for

[thegoodvybe]

[vaninnavaninni]

“He cries, ‘Tell me, tell me what you feel.’ And I cannot. There is blood in my eyes, in my head. Words are drowned.”

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

[someheavylies]

i’ve heard some heavy lies, so say you’re true

[ameliathermopolis]

You have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.

William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (via olivesnook)

[night-rooms]

[lifeinpoetry]

I have done terrible things by being alive. I have built a wonder of terror with my life.

Phillip B. Williams, from “from Interruptive,” Poetry Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

[lohanthony-deactivated20210629]

truth

[narnia]

[artpow]

[lovehigher]

[night-rooms]

[heterophobicleia]

you are loved more than you know

[asoftwrongness]

#102

[theloveyourselfchallenge]

[lifeinpoetry]

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.

Martha Manning, from Undercurrents: A Life Beneath the Surface (via lifeinpoetry)