Welcome To Depression

18 years old and i fucking hate my life, this is my personal blog so follow it if you're depressed, we all are and thats fine. *TRIGGER WARNING* I Do Not Promote ANYTHING.

[wiltedbelladonna]

There will never be another you

Yet I will always find you in another lifetime

[quotesthatstayedwithme]

[feral-ballad]

Jennifer Huang, from Return Flight; “Pleasure Practice”

[Text ID: “Was my greed / or desire too big to hold? / Truth is I didn’t want a man. Really, / I want to feel all of me / realize what is, what is; / my body, in existence; enough.”]

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “When I ask my grandmother why she let him come back home”

[Text ID: “There is so much more to love. / I would have missed it—”]

[feral-ballad]

Jennifer Huang, from Return Flight; “On days I stay with my father”

[Text ID: “I can never remember your face / because I was often looking / at the ground when you yelled / so bright.”]

[blueteensclub]

[phaxes]

via weheartit

[coral]

[dangered]

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “For my daughter on a bad day”

[Text ID: “Life will rough you up. Throw you to the / shore like a wave crashing—sand in your / hair, blood in your teeth. When grief sits / with you, hand dipped with rage, let it / linger. Hold its pulse in your hands. There / is no remedy for a bad haircut or ruined / love like time. Even when death is coming, / even when the filth rises in the back of / your throat— / this is not the worst of it. And if it is? / Listen for the catbird calling. No matter / the wreckage, they still sing for you.”]

[emotionalwords]

[feelingsoftheday]

If my girl overthinks I’m over explaining and reassuring idgaf

[feral-ballad]

Kendra DeColo, from I Am Not Trying to Hide My Hungers from the World; “Love Letter with The Beatles, Lana Del Rey, and Julio Cortázar”

[Text ID: “Everything I’d want from you / is finally so little / because finally it’s everything”]

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[chillpotato]

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “Back to school shopping”

[Text ID: “I do not say a life without you is not / worth living. I do not say I’ve memorized every inch of / your frame. Instead, I wave at your hand waving. / Instead, I say a quick goodbye.”]

[feminescu]

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

[floridakilo]

their daughter