“There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.”
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@me-tamorphose
“There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.”
George R.R. Martin
Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.
(via soulsscrawl)
You called me lazy without knowing I was busy trying to keep myself alive
I may think of you softly from time to time, but I swear I'll cut my hands off if they ever reach out for you again.
killing myself is not enough, I wish I never existed in the first place
Like I had a choice?
Meine Psyche ist nicht mal in der Seitenlage stabil. Lol.
I hate thinking
please be safe
"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease
Sarah Ann Loreth
“It’s as if the knob is turned to maximum volume on much of what they feel when they get angry, sad, or scared it shows up as a big powerful wave that can sweep them off them off their feet.“
Depression ist kein Sommerhit der ein Jahr läuft.
Depression ist Last Christmas im Radio - Jedes Jahr
Und dein Herz schlaegt weiter, obwohl es furchtbar schmerzt. Du atmest weiter, obwohl du innerlich stirbst.
Und es fühlt sich an, als würde jeden Tag ein Stückchen mehr von mir verschwinden.
Was bleibt? Die Leere.