pretense

[morbidlullabies]

27.2.15 - 12.06 PM

I feel like I'm preparing for a war, and every single thing I've laid out on my bed are weapons to fight the demons inside me.

[morbidlullabies]

23.2.15 - 4.21 PM

Don't bother. Waste of your time. Why do you care? Didn't you stop giving a fuck a long time ago?

[morbidlullabies]

22.2.15 - 4.38 AM

This smile feels like a fragile mask.

[morbidlullabies]

20.2.15 - 11.36 PM

Still, no matter how much I sleep, my body aches and my spirit grows weary.

[morbidlullabies]

15.2.15 - 2.26 PM

Stop it, please. It hurts. It hurts so bad. Please, don't do this.

[morbidlullabies]

14.2.15 - 9.19 PM

I just joined an online support group for agoraphobia, anxiety and depression on Valentine's day. I couldn't be anymore happier.

[morbidlullabies]

13.2.15 - 7.37 AM

Savage, sleepless nights.

[morbidlullabies]

12.2.15 - 1.55 AM

It’s been 10 days and I’m cold, sad and angry. I want to weep oceans with these lifeless eyes.

[morbidlullabies]

6.2.15 - 10.20 PM

We are all living a pointless existence.

[morbidlullabies]

6.2.15 - 5.51 AM

I am amused and delighted with your frustrations. And somewhat distressed because you are provoking my own discontent.

[morbidlullabies]

5.2.15 - 10.46 AM

My feet are cold and so is the bed. Why am I still awake?

[sunnydaysseemfaraway]

[goodquoteco]

Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.

C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (via hqlines)

[morbidlullabies]

2.2.15 - 4.47 AM

We spend so much time formulating our responses to people in the hopes of winning them over. Does that mean we care enough for them to like us?

[morbidlullabies]

1.2.15 - 1.58 AM

People will disappoint. Try not to expect too much.

[morbidlullabies]

31.1.15 - 4.40 AM

There's clarity in our turbulent thoughts.

[goodquoteco]

You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it’s not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they’re too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s deafening.

Joss Whedon (via hqlines)