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“I’m homesick all the time … I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon. Just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.”
— Sarah Addison Allen
“Some days I can’t help but let the sadness consume me. Nothing’s wrong, but nothing is right either. All I know, is that there Is a lingering sadness that I can’t seem to shake. Then there are days when I realize how broken I really am. How many times I’ve had to pick my broken pieces off the floor. The amount of times I’ve watched people walk out of my life. The sadness just keeps building and building and building… But one day I’ll break. I promise.”
— A.d.c
““I can’t wait to die,” she told me while gazing at the stars. “I’m just so fucking exhausted trying to make the best of this shitty world. The day I die will be the best day of my life, I swear.“ - And I felt a piece of my heart crack at the realization that the world could be so cruel to someone so pure.”
— But she still woke up every morning and went through it all all over again - Jess Amelia
Sometimes I fell asleep with my pillow being wet from tears. Sometimes I fell asleep with blood in my sheets because I thought that was the way to survive.
R.R.
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
— Edgar Allan Poe
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
— Charles Bukowski
“I’m so tired of being sad, I’m so tired of waking up in the morning and feeling like I have nothing to live for, I’m so tired of hating the way I look, I’m so tired of never being good enough for any one, I’m so tired of being the one friend left out of everything, I’m so tired of being myself, I’m so tired, I’m so fucking tired”
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why does my mind think that suicide is the solution for everything
“Tonight, my mind is an open window. You know I’ve been keeping secrets. They’re both what’s been helping me stay afloat and what’s been dragging me down, a kind of balance that I figured was no longer healthy. My face has always been like a book for you to flick through, cataloguing my emotions like postage stamps, but tonight is different. I am different. It’s not our wine-stained teeth or the late night hour. Not the need to prove myself. Tonight I want to be just who I am, lay down my armour, take off my makeup, break down the walls it’s taken me a lifetime to build. I want you to see every part of me, with all that I am and all that I could be. And tonight, I will let you inside.”
— tonight / n.j.
“My friends had always warned me about boys with that mad glint in their eyes, but this was exactly what drew me in. Your passion. The fire that sparked underneath your skin when you talked about something you loved. Your desire to explore, to see as much of this world as you could. To be free, in a way. To escape. It was contagious and intoxicating. I got high on your view of the world and drunk on your stories. But I’d known what you were all along. You were a liar, just like me. It takes one to know one. But what has knowing a punch was about to be thrown ever done to soften the blow? It doesn’t make goodbye any easier to bear. I saw it coming from miles away and it still hurt. It’s funny, isn’t it? How we’re told things aren’t good for us and we still give them a go, because sometimes our hope and our wish to prove everyone wrong outweigh caution. And sometimes going the wrong way is the right thing to do, because we learn to open our eyes to what we could not see before.”
— right mistakes / n.j.
“There are some things I know with a bone-deep certainty. I know for a fact that the sky is blue, but when the sun rises or sets, it can turn from soft hues of pink to vibrant shades of yellow. I know that night always ends with the sun rising in its wake, yet there are some mornings when the darkness lingers so long I get scared I will never see the light again. I know that time heals all wounds, yet here I am, with scars that fade a little every day - but it only takes a few harsh words or thoughtless actions to tear them open. I know that you‘re gone, I notice it and feel it every day, but I also know that you‘ll never leave, not really. If there is anything I‘m sure of, it‘s that a part of you will always stay with me, no matter where I go.”
— lucky charm / n.j.
“She was the kind of person that preferred nights to days, who loved getting into trouble under the cover of darkness. The kind of person who slept all day just to be up all night. When I asked her why, she only said: “The moon knows all my secrets.” I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”
— the moon knows all my secrets / n.j.
keep yourself busy so you can stay out of your feelings.
“I don’t think anyone really understands what I’ve gone through. All the time I spent crying in my room over something that happened a few hours before. How much it takes for me to get out of bed and do something. Sometimes breathing alone is hard, but living, that’s harder. Especially with a mind that hopes for death but a heart that wants to live forever. Hell on Earth, that’s what that is.”
— Unknown
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”
— Unknown
my talents include avoiding difficult conversations and getting really sad over things i saw coming
