âOn my bad days, breathing will just have to be enough. Sometimes even on my good days that has to be enough. I am surviving; it is enough.â
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âOn my bad days, breathing will just have to be enough. Sometimes even on my good days that has to be enough. I am surviving; it is enough.â
â Callie // (via missinyouiskillingme)
âShe had stars in her eyes and galaxies in her heart. Too bad no one takes much interest in astronomy these days, or else some one would noticed the way her smile was brighter than the sun. Noticed the way her laugh sounded like stars being born. How she danced like meteors shooting through the night sky.â
âI feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.â
â Vincent van Gogh
âdepression doesnât necessarily means youâre always sad, it means that when youâre not being distracted you feel completely lost. you feel hopeless, worthless, and completely alone. there is nothing you can do to stop it. it doesnât come all at once either, it hits you in waves of pain and anger and hatred of yourself. then its over, but itâs not gone. itâs just waiting for you to be vulnerable again.â
âAll the love you have given to the wrong peopleâit will find its way back to you.â
âMy daughter lived more than six years with an incurable disease that filled her heads with devils that literally hounded her to death, and she did it while laughing, painting, writing poetry, advocating and bringing joy to the people around her. She was the bravest person I have ever known, and her suicide doesnât change that.â
â A mother writes of how her daughter lost her battle with mental illness
âAll the love you have given to the wrong peopleâit will find its way back to you.â
âIf you had the chance to start over with someone, would you go back and meet them again or would you choose not to meet them at all?â
â The Chance â The Choice
âIf I tell you I want you
that means your demons
can come too.â
âIntimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3 am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.â
âIntimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3 am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.â
âHe was art, the type of art that makes you feel thousand things at the same time and the type of art that everyone wants to see.â
âIf I tell you I want you
that means your demons
can come too.â
âMemories are what warm you up from the inside. But theyâre also what tear you apart.â
â Haruki Murakami
âShe had stars in her eyes and galaxies in her heart. Too bad no one takes much interest in astronomy these days, or else some one would noticed the way her smile was brighter than the sun. Noticed the way her laugh sounded like stars being born. How she danced like meteors shooting through the night sky.â
âIf we donât talk again remember I loved you.â
âIf you had the chance to start over with someone, would you go back and meet them again or would you choose not to meet them at all?â
â The Chance â The Choice