MoonWicked

The devil is real. And he isn’t a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful… because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be God’s favorite.

[ombra-riordan]

Hello Darkness, my old friend.

[whiskyandlemon]

Mamma e papà, io vorrei diventare un genitore diverso da voi.Mi dispiace così tanto dirlo ma siete dei genitori che guardano solo i miei errori,senza capire che a volte ci metto il cuore nelle cose che faccio,ma non riesco a concluderle per il meglio;senza vedere che la propria figlia si sta frantumando sotto i vostri occhi;senza vedere che vostra figlia sta litigando con tutti i suoi amici,che la sua autostima sta andando a puttane,che la scuola la sta etichettando,che i suoi coetanei la escludono,che non si sente abbastanza né per voi né per se stessa.Senza accorgervene che vostra figlia sta tentando il suicidio.

I (via whiskyandlemon)

[bittersweet-hiraeth]

I’m upset with myself but I can’t stop

[lovesaddemptyy]

whats more selfish? committing suicide or forcing someone to stay in a world where they are so unhappy?

unknown (via lovesaddemptyy)

[im-always-hurting]

If I kill myself please don't try to save me

[ombra-riordan]

Depression. Anxiety. Panic attacks. Night terrors. Broken finger. Don't get my period. No money. Graduated twice, too old for a job. Know 5 languages: "we use google translate, we don't need you". WOW. And people still ask me why I lost any hope and want to die?

[ombra-riordan]

I want to die, but at the same time I don’t want to cause pain to the people near me. The same people that hurt me every day and make me want to die. Am I alone here?

[audreystyles2]

[justapeiceofshit]

If you know, you know…

[jaeausten]

‘O death, rock me asleep, Bring me on quiet rest, Let pass my very guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast; Toll on the passing bell, Ring out my doleful knell, Let the sound my death tell. For I must die, There is no remedy, For now I die. My paines who can express? Alas! they are so strong, My dolour will not suffer strength, My life for to prolong; Toll on the passing bell, Ring out the doleful knell, Let the sound my death tell, For I must die, There is no remedy, For now I die. Alone in prison strong, I wail my destiny; Wo worth this cruel hap that I Should taste this misery. Toll on the passing bell, Ring out the doleful knell, Let the sound my death tell, For I must die, There is no remedy, For now I die. Farewell my pleasures past, Welcome my present pain, I feel my torments so increase, That life cannot remain. Cease now the passing bell, Rung is my doleful knell, For the sound my death doth tell, Death doth draw nigh, Sound my end dolefully, For now I die.’

RIP Anne Boleyn 1501-1536.

[dyingkami-deactivated20190102]

“i am just so exhausted.”

[ombra-riordan]

BASTA.

[boyd-stevens]

tony + pepper’s evolution throughout the years

[thorvaenn]

It suits you.

[captainheroism]

#one question : WHERE IS THAT HUG????

[ombra-riordan]

Confession.

I’m not one of those that manifest their problems to make people pity them. At all. But sometimes... there are moments in which you have literally no one to talk to. In these particular moments, tumblr seems like the right place for me. I’ve kept it secret for more than one year now, not considering all the previous in which I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I suffer from bipolar disorder type 1. For those who don’t know about it, it is a mental disorder consisting in episodes of extreme highs and lows. Manic episodes make my common sense disappear. I behave extremely stupidly, foolishly, riskly. I feel indestructible, strong, invincible.  And I always regret the things I do, after little time. Depressive episodes are more complicated. They come, they suck my strenght and optimism away, and leave pessimism, apathy and self-hate. It is during these episodes that I might do something quite extreme. Something that, I know, isn’t the solution. Even though I’m well aware of this, my mind, my head, my brain, isn’t. It completely switches off. I act without knowing what I’m doing. And maybe THIS is what I’m mostly afraid of. And I’m terrified because I’m in one of these moments, right now.

[ombra-riordan]

ENOUGH

I tried. I really did. I did everything they told me to, in order to recover. But maybe it isn’t enough. Maybe I’m not enough. Brave enough. Good enough. Pretty enough. Why am I saying this? Because it seems so obvious when you are never the first choice.  When you’re always the back-up plan. When you’re the ignored one. When there is always -THE GROUP- and you. When they prefer anyone else than you. When you’re never even considered, even though you did your best. When you sacrifice yourself for others. What do you obtain back? Nothing. Only disappointmens, sadness and anger. Those disappointments that make me cry at night. That sadness that leads to indifference. This anger that terrifies me.

[scottymccall]