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Jessie Brinkman Evans
they say don’t ever give up on the people you love, but what do you do when every person that you’ve ever loved gives up on you?
When you give your heart away, you usually get it back in pieces, fragments. And often, a great deal of time passes before you realize that every piece wasn’t returned to you—and probably never will be. You crave nothing more than to get those small—but vital—fragments back; to return to the unbroken, undamaged version of yourself. But what’s been broken cannot be unbroken, and so all you can do is learn to live with the void of the missing pieces, to somehow find beauty in the wreckage.
Krystal McLean, My Darrling
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You can never completely know anyone, no matter how well you think you do. There will always be some truth about them you don’t ever get to know.
Susane Colasanti (via thoughtkick)
It’s sad when people who gave you the best memories, become a memory.
Unknown (via thoughtkick)
“Nobody wants to do it - not real change, not soul change, not the painful molecular change required to truly become who you need to be. Nobody ever does real transformation for fun. Nobody ever does it on a dare. You do it only when your back is so far against the wall that you have no choice anymore.”
— Elizabeth Gilbert (via lazypacific)
The truth is depression sucks. It fills my legs and my arms with heavy lead—paralyzed and poisoned. My bed becomes my safe haven but also my prison cell. I am just stuck. And even on bright sunny days, my blinds are shut and I can only hear thunder. And the worst part is that I’m conscious. It’s like I’m watching myself break my own heart—the protagonist and the villain of my life one in the same. But no matter how aware I am, I still feel helpless. And so the truth is depression sucks. It is not romantic or beautiful. It is lonely and sad. It is struggling to shower or eat or do simple everyday things. It is sleeping all day but always feeling exhausted. It is good days and bad days and it is not the same for everyone. It is a lot of things but above all, depression just really sucks.
Just let yourself breathe and you’ll be free again.
you deserve to be happy x
Qiu Yan, Wuhan (2004)
A couple in wedding dress wear masks as a protection against Sars (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome) as they cross a street. The deadly virus, for which there was no cure, infects the lungs and is spread easily by person-to-person contact.
San Francisco streets