just a person

trying

[inthemoodfor-luv]

pude vivir muchísimas vidas, pero decidí vivir ninguna

[inthemoodfor-luv]

si alguien pregunta, yo si quería vivir

[inthemoodfor-luv]

hay una cuenta regresiva encima de mi cabeza, y no estoy haciendo nada para detenerla

[inthemoodfor-luv]

i'm tired. physically, mentally exhausted.

[inthemoodfor-luv]

i know i shouldn't overreact but i wouldn't do that to them. i feel so left out it pains me. they really don't care.

and it's fine. it's always fine. i get it, i wouldn't want to be around me either if i had a choice.

[litverve]

“All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call "aware"--an almost untranslatable word meaning something like "beauty tinged with sadness.”

Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Open Spaces

[namchyoon]

my seven 😭🫶

[inthemoodfor-luv]

i’d sat under the fig tree and choose none fig to eat, and now all of the others had rotted.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Jane Austen // Nizar Qabbani

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

[weltenwellen]

Claudia Rankine, “Some years there exists a wanting to escape…”, Citizen: An American Lyric

[nightlyquotes]

“It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.”

— Henri Barbusse, Hell

[itsbangtanboys]

“I’m sure there are people like me out there. Having a lot on mind and thinking more about everything than others. Consider it as branches of your young days, of a young tree. I hope that each of you could be a great tree.” ~ Kim Namjoon

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Sylvia Plath

[echoesoftheinfinite]

[leonardospoetry]

Strength is light ☀

[weltenwellen]

the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[inthemoodfor-luv]

hace dos semanas fue mi cumpleaños, y en las pocas fotos que me tomaron pude notar lo deprimida que me veía. jamás lo había notado, jamás me había dado cuenta de como me veo en realidad cargando toda mi tristeza. y es que, según yo soy buena en ocultarlo, no dejo que nadie me vea triste, o llorando. yo pensaba que como cada año lo había sabido ocultar pero al parecer ya no sé cómo hacerlo porque ni siquiera importa cuánto haya intentado sonreír la tristeza se me nota, en mis ojos, mi falsa sonrisa y postura, mi cabello sin cepillar, mi cara sin maquillaje y mi ropa, una sudadera. honestamente creía que hacía un buen trabajo escondiendo mi depresión, parece que ya no soy tan buena.