“She looks at you as if she really sees you.”
— Margaret Atwood, from “The Testaments,” released c. September 2019
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“She looks at you as if she really sees you.”
— Margaret Atwood, from “The Testaments,” released c. September 2019
“Our hearts, strengthened by pain and love,”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Harilaos Stefanidis wr. c. April 1904
In love with a memory
I love you so much, and the only thing that'll change about that is that I still love you more each day.
John
I don't even remember how it feels like to wake up and not be in love with you anymore
John
There is no feeling so tragic as wishing you had tried harder.
Unknown (via wordsnquotes)
The actuality of depression that no one seems able to grasp is you have to fight for your own life. You don’t have doctors forcing standard treatments or have an entire support team praying for you. You’re solely responsible for providing the encouragement and care necessary to keep you alive. The times I’ve been at my sickest I had to fight with every last drop of hope I had to get myself out of the grave my mind was digging for me. The disease is what kills you. It corrupts your mind forcing your every thought to scare you enough that suicide seems like your only way out. I wish people could understand that… not only to show the respect those who lost their battle with depression deserve and not view it as an act of selfishness, but also to realize how f*cking strong a person living with depression has to be to not slip into that same scenario. Personally, I think that there’s always going to be something better than not being here at all… not to mention the fear of where I’ll end up, there’s far too much unknown, which terrifies me, which is good… Because I know what it feels like to be in the position people are in before they end it all. It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy and I wouldn’t even want to attempt to explain it to you. Because it’s, well, depressing. About as depressing as it can get really
Riley Elizabeth , It should not make someone uncomfortable to publicize facts on mental illness.  Like arms and legs, the mind is a part of the body. (via wnq-writers)
You fell in love with me because you looked past my flaws and saw all the things I didn’t see within myself. You discovered that behind my brokenness was something beautiful, and rare that deserved every goddamn bit of appreciation. You weren’t all together either but you still found room in your heart for me. - Nari
"Goodmorning ms. ortiz this is up manila please call us and look for mam aileen for your tor update request thank you" I am tired of shit like this!!! I don't want another uncertainty in my life. This is giving me anxiety.
If you can’t beat fear, just do it scared.
Glennon Doyle Melton (via wordsnquotes)
You loved all of my insecurities away.
A
Starting Over Again
Blogging has always been a hobby of mine, if not a passion. I blog when I’m glad; I blog when I’m sad. I blog to enjoy; I blog to rant about a boy. I blog for fun; I blog to talk about anything under the sun. I blog simply because I can.
I’ve been blogging for more than a decade now, but I was never able to keep one blog. Usually, girls cut their hair when they want to move on or want to change something in their life. In my case, I consistently delete my blog and start a new one. Most of the time, I regret not saving everything, but deleting all of it just feels refreshing and invigorating for my seemingly damaged soul. This time however, I want to keep this blog to be a part of me now and a part of me for the years to come. I promise I will write more. And this time, I will make more sense.
-A
P.S. I did cut my hair though because the ends are too dry.