The Hopeless Wildflower

dearly beloved, im no longer a wildflower, im withered

[wetheurban]

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[kawacy]

Tiana

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[wadey-wilson]

no offense to 2020 but what the fuck

[haliilani-deactivated20140802]

[cold-earth-connection]

[weltenwellen]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[perrfectly]

Credits to Helene Delmaire

[apatheticfibs]

The problem with a mental illness is you can be fine for a while. Just completely and totally functional like a normal person. Then for no reason whatsoever you feel that overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, sadness, or worry. And it feels like you’re just back to square one. The sudden feeling that you don’t matter always comes back. The worst part is you can never explain to someone why, it’s just how your mind works.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Happiness has ceased to have meaning for me.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Olive Higgins Prouty wr. c. September 1962

[inosanteria-deactivated20181125]

Sleeping Beauty sculpture in the Berlin National Gallery

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“February is nearly always melancholy.”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Sharpiro, from “Your Hidden Fleshly Grace,”

[lauren-perchard]

[baby-blue-reaper]

[buildingacastlewithswift]

so, it’s like a tomagotchi?

[okay]

I hope one day you wake up not bearing that heavy feeling anymore.

[ultrafemme]