Ild I Mit Hjerte

Bare en ensom pige, der ikke tror på at noget kan blive bedre.

[liesandnights]

What I'd really like is for someone to objectively watch me for a week or so. And then just sit down with me for a few hours and explain to me what I am like, and how I look to others and what my personality is in detail and how I need to improve. Where do I sign up for that?

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Ranata Suzuki

[escapismsworld]

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

- Carl Sandburg

[ashstfu]

the desire to be in a relationship only comes around when you’re about to sleep, on the journey home alone, sundays, after the club, when it’s raining, winter, at the cafe, today, tomorrow and yesterday

[drops-of-universe]

*accidentally shows affection to someone that doesn’t care if i live or die*

[weltenwellen]

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?", Felicity

[stuckinapril]

do you want to be unconditionally loved bc you’re selfish or do you want to be unconditionally loved bc all the love you’ve been given your entire life has come w too many conditions

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes marguaxpoetry on Instagram / Sarah Kay}

[expressingthedepressing]

“I never tell anyone when I’m getting bad again, because a long time ago I heard someone say, ‘It’s exhausting to have a loved one with depression and anxiety.’ The last thing I want is anyone I care about to feel exhausted, because I’m struggling to keep myself from drowning.”

[ololygas]

the thing is, ellen bass

[i-will-recover-tomorrow]

[inthearmsofdepression]

I dag er den mest ensomme dag, jeg længe har haft. Det er fredag og oveni det, så er det også d.1 December. Mutters alene er jeg, i en for nyligt tom lejlighed og ingen der ringer eller skriver.

Ensomhed gør ondt, når alle ens venner er ude at hygge sig.

Det hele blir okay, jeg blir okay.

Men lige nu, er jeg ensom, helt tom og ked af det.

Go’ fredag og hold ud, til alle de ensomme

[inthearmsofdepression]

Tá min ensomhed og krøl den sammen, som et brugt stykke papir.

Lav den til smuldrer og snif den med mine tårer.

Jeg kan ikke magte mere.

[inthearmsofdepression]

A guy told me today, that when you’ve lost a person, there’s no getting them back.

I still try to get you back in my life and that might be dumb as fuck, but I don’t know if I could live knowing I didn’t even try.

You might not even like me or think about me ever, but the fact that you’re alive, makes me want you to be alive in my life.

I fucking miss you and that might just make me seem dumb.

[inthearmsofdepression]

It’s been so long and I still miss you so fucking much.

Nothings changed here, but I hope something good has happened to you.

Somehow I can’t forget you and I probably never will.

Why you take up so much space in my heart, I don’t know.

I don’t know why I can’t just forget and move on, as I should.

You are so important, that it scares the heck out of me.

I miss you every single fucking day!

You probably don’t even think about me, I’m sure about that.

You think about her and not me.

It’s okay, I thought that would happen to me too.... it just never did.