The Whole Thing I Think Is Sick. @gloriousfindel - Tumblr Blog

There’s a moment so cold, so full of loneliness and burning fear. When you lay in silence And your chest feels like Your heart was breaking Over and over again In there. And all there is inside of you Is desperation and fear. No personality, No sense of life, No soul. There’s just nothing. You are nothing. And then there’s this Voice in your sick brain That keeps whispering And every word it says Makes sense. You are just not made For this world. You’re too sensitive, Too fragile, Too weak For this fast and scary and harsh Fucking world. And you silently ask yourself Why you’re still here. And you find no answer.

And you know the answer // so cold (via fraeuleinrabenschwarz)

sleepingbpd

i love imagining hypothetical situations that piss me off, it’s my favorite pasttime

#bpd #this though

abiding-in-peace

There are two things: to be and to do. Don’t think too much about to do—to be is first. To be peace. To be joy. To be happiness. And then to do joy, to do happiness—on the basis of being. So first you have to focus on the practice of being. Being fresh. Being peaceful. Being attentive. Being generous. Being compassionate. This is the basic practice.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via abiding-in-peace)

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