Wtf

Mexicana. 20 otoños. Amante de los libros y de la tristeza.

[kindabrokenkindafixed]

my solution to all the possible scenarios my anxiety creates in my head is to die

[kindabrokenkindafixed]

One of the things that scares me the most is that I think about what it would be if I was dead, all the time.

And I’m not scared of it. At all.

[toxicalert]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[steveandbucky]

[minuty]

[estrellas-sin-colorl]

[naturaekos]

“But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”

— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via amargedom)

[paledreamsofadeadpast]

[escondida-entre-los-libros]

[hachedesilencioantiguo]

—Cartas cruzadas

Markus Zusak

[alma-muerta-en-cuerpo-vivo]

Esto es TAN yo, con todo y edad.

[old-scarrs]

Este libro es tan hermoso :’)

[agreetoallow]

-Hace un tiempo que no te escribo

pero no te preocupes, solo estaba un poco triste.

Perdón por la sangre en el papel, no me siento muy bien.

El doctor me dijo que tome medicinas, pero dudo que ayuden.

Me siguen preguntando acerca de cuando falleciste,

y duele recordarlo.

Todavía te amo, sabes?

Te extraño más que a nada.

Es difícil terminar, porque hay sangre por todos lados.

Estoy llendo a verte, por favor, abre la puerta.

[the-red-balloon--ap-deactivated]

OMG!

[tzrmdn]

Oh por Dios… Qué, woh.

[puta-mierda-de-vida]

tanto tiempo sin ver este post :’)

:cccc

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[theslaybymic]

Watch: Kristen Bell opens up about the mental health double standard and how she manages her own struggle.

Follow @this-is-life-actually

[laureninlilly]

Hit reblog on this so hard

[geniusorinsanity]

SHOUT OUT TO KRISTEN BELL’S MOM THOUGH? WHAT KIND OF FANTASTIC SELF-AWARE PARENTING, WELL DONE MA'AM

[ironically-sloan-ibanez-blog]

"Maybe" - a spoken word poem by Igor Oro

To stand on the street corner and watch these two streets meet, I suddenly feel at peace. Maybe it’s because at my feet lies the intersection of two distinct paths forming at the point of vulnerability. Maybe it’s because it’s a reminder of you and me. And the blissful bond we both shared. Without a care in the world, my arms wrapped around you to shelter you from the cold. Two souls kept warm by each other’s company. Two hearts dancing in the rain playfully. Two minds with the same thing in mind. You want me to be yours and I want you to be mine. I don’t know maybe I’m crazy. Maybe time has finally out played me. Maybe I stopped seeing beauty in the little things. Maybe I’ve stopped appreciating the gift life brings. Maybe I’m in over my head. Or maybe I just miss the familiar contours of your body under my chalk white sheets of my bed. I don’t know maybe this is normal. Maybe I stopped being myself after you left. Maybe this is all a test. Maybe I failed and I couldn’t clean up the mess. Maybe that’s why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin. Maybe that’s why when I try to apologize I don’t know where to begin or where to end. All these things I’ve typed up in my mind that I wanna tell you I just can’t bring myself to hit send. Maybe I fucked up and I won’t admit it maybe I’m a coward. Seems like I’ve got all the time in the world, maybe I should do something about it. Every minute without you feels like an hour. Maybe I’m a fool for distancing myself from you. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t admit that I loved you. Become for some reason, I couldn’t except that maybe, just maybe, you could have loved me too.

[alvxandra]

i’ve never seen something so accurate

[kindabrokenkindafixed]

Últimamente siento que estoy perdida, en todo sentido.

No sé qué hacer ni cómo mejorar y siento que si no lo hago pronto, las cosas se me irán de las manos.

[kindabrokenkindafixed]

Ya van 2 meses que voy al psicólogo. Dos meses de ser diagnosticada con depresión y ansiedad. Y ni un amigo mío lo sabe.

Me da tanto terror admitirlo. Tanto terror que deje de ser yo y pase a ser mi enfermedad.

Me aterra el pensar que las personas que me quieren dejen de verme como soy y empiecen a verme como lo que padezco.

Me da tanto miedo que los estoy alejando, poco a poco.

No contesto mensajes.

No salgo a reuniones.

Quiero desaparecer y no tener que lidiar con esto.

Esta persona en la que me he convertido no soy yo y no quiero que los demás lo noten.

[kindabrokenkindafixed]

Tengo tantas cosas en mi mente que quiero escribir, que quiero contar. Pero siento que si lo hago, mis pensamientos se harán realidad y me convertiré en toda la mierda que hay en mi cabeza.

[honigimohr]

“And so I drink, I drink until the bottle is emptier than I am.”

— 2am (via 2am-spilledink)