Murder, Yay Or Nay?

Me, myself and a collection of random shit that has connected, in one way or another, with me and my life.

[monstermindedadult]

"Under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet,

Every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded.

We have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief.

We have never seen a totally sane human being."

Robert Anton Wilson

[planteria]

hey let me tell you which a:tla character you remind me of

[lindleland]

Huh

[monstermindedadult]

😁😁

[invsve]

[heyoh-s]

“I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.”

—

Charlotte Brontë,

Jane Eyre

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I feel as if I have once more begun to experience the throbbing pain of a wound I had forgotten.”

— Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985

[monstermindedadult]

I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination.

We’re always thinking that someday we’ll be happy;

We’ll get that car,

Or that job,

Or that person in our lives that will fix everything.

But happiness is a mood,

And it’s a condition,

Not a destination.

It’s like being tired or hungry,

It’s not permanent.

It comes and goes,

And that’s okay.

And I feel like if people thought of it that way,

They’d find happiness a lot more often.

One Tree Hill

S8E8

Julian Baker

[shebloomedbutwontforgethepast]

And after a while you just stop. You stop watering your plants. You stop watching netflix. You stop reading. You stop replying to your friends as fast as you used to. You stop buying yourself nice things. You stop putting an effort into how you look. You stop taking care of yourself like you used to. You stop sleeping. You stop eating healthy foods. You stop petting your dog. You stop socializing.

You stop with everything. You find yourself sitting in your room for hours on end, without doing a single thing. Days feel like years. And you think you can’t do it for much longer.

[monstermindedadult]

I think that intent and motive

Is what makes sex so interesting, Dawson.

I mean, why do two people have sex?

Ok, uh, so they're in love.

That's obvious. Who cares?

But they're in lust.

Slightly more interesting.

They're hurting over someone.

They're in pain.

Trying to forget someone.

They're in denial.

They're looking for a distraction.

All of a sudden, sex has just become very interesting..

And not the obvious choice at all.

Dawsons creek

S2E10

Jen to Dawson

[unfixable-me]

“Dear diary, today I felt like I was falling from a great height. It was then that I knew nothing had changed, I was just pretending it had. I’d tricked myself into believing that this was okay.”

— (via itsconsumingme)

[divedintothedark]

I just don’t understand how I can be so empty all the fucking time.

[broken-and-depressed-soul]

Relatable.

(stolen from Instagram)

[infpisme]

[painfully-sadd]

“Depression changes you. I remember liking things. I just no longer remember why I liked them.”

— Excerpt from a book I’m writing. (via the-fault-in-our-scars)

[the-unlucky-thirteen]

I’m unsure whether I feel disconnected from the world or never learned how to feel connected to begin with

[leohearts]

“Talking to someone every single day for hours can be pretty destructive because there will come a day where you don’t speak at all, and it’s going to be the loneliest feeling in the world.”

—

[namiorg-deactivated20220809]

It’s all a joke

Nothing gets better, the world is decaying before our eyes and we’re too blind to even understand what’s coming next. Humans are despicable, I’ll never trust another therapist or psychiatrist as they love to snitch and twist your words and force useless placebos down your throat so you can “be normal” but who are you? How are you more sane than me to tell me I’m not in the right mind? You’re not. What a despair waking up every day is. Same continuous cycle that repeats and repeats over and over again. I’m ready for an interruption.

[monstermindedadult]

We're all killers.

We've all killed parts of ourselves to survive.

We've all got blood on our hands.

Something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.

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