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theprocast

Things I’ve said under the stars

How do you exist so casually yet magically amidst all our chaos?

I want to live outside of this city.

Are you friends with the moon?

Do they look up and almost trip too?

I know the truth but I’m not ready to accept it yet.

Does the sun make you envious?

Okay. Let’s write some poetry.

Am I a fool romanticising everything unnecessarily?

It still hurts.

Can I borrow your acceptance for a bit? You stay where you are but never get restless.

What really is your name? Do you even care about humanly things like that?

How does it feel to be almost immortal?

Do you look down upon me after knowing all my secrets?

I miss her, can I reach out?

Is there any other planet we can escape to? Do we deserve to?

Is there anything in me 1% as bright as you?

Did Van Gogh get you right?

// creatingnikki //

depressedanxietydeath

I feel like nobody knows me.

It sucks to find out you’re not as important to someone like you thought you were.

burn-the-bridge

I’m really tired of being such a sad person

sunsetquotes

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers.”

— Unknown

luniapoetry

“It’s going to be okay. Whatever sprang into your mind as you read that, I understand. I know it hurts. I know you’re worried. I know it seems like this pain will never end. But it will. It will end, and the sun will shine again. You’re going to be happy. Everything is going to work out so long as you can take the first step toward finding your peace.”

—darling, it’s time to let go (1/18/18)

sxooterhitmyankle

“I can’t get out. I’m stuck in this cycle. Over and over again. I just keep making the same fucking mistakes because I’m stupid. Too stupid to realize that my own choices are what caused all this pain. I succeeded at ruining everything once again.”

~Anoymous

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love-liesss

“i don’t know what in between is. i either care too much or not enough. i love too much or not enough. i miss too much or not enough. i feel too much or i feel nothing. i trust too much or not enough. my whole life i’ve never known what in between is. it’s either too much or not enough. maybe that’s why everything hurts so much. i don’t even know what grey area is.”

ninasdrafts

“You play along. After all, you have never learned to do anything else. You play along, and you fake a smile and you listen to everything they throw your way. But you never stop running. Your lungs are on fire and your muscles are sore, but your legs won’t stop moving. Your heart is tired and your eyes are red, but you still don’t let go of those who are no good. Because you‘ve been taught to keep it nice and sweet, to be quiet, to be gentle. Because you’re a girl and they say you look prettier with a smile and you’re not supposed to lose control. He looks at you, with that leer on his face, and tells you to just forget about it. To swallow your pride and to move on. You know how to keep the rage in, how to laugh despite the pain, but something is different. It takes some time, but you will notice the change in you. The twitching of your fingers, the slight tapping of your feet. You‘ve been taking it all in, the anger, the fear, the sadness. A storm has built inside of your chest, a whirlwind that demands to strike back. That wants to be free. You‘ve been taught to play along and now you will teach yourself to unleash the power that has slept inside your bones. Revenge only gets sweeter the longer you let it simmer in the pit of your stomach.”

— nemesis / n.j.

somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac

“I do not know how to point out the pain I have in me, but that does not mean the pain is not there. Just because I remain quiet about some certain things, it does not mean I am fine with it, it does not mean it does not exist.”

— Lukas W. // “Do you even care?”

theterribleartistsblog

Healing is a long process. Some days it feels like you’re at the top of the world and some other days you feel like taking long naps to snooze real life. But when the tough part of healing ends, the real part begins. It means putting yourself first, seeing yourself in the mirror and feeling gorgeous, forgiving yourself for all the times you thought you weren’t enough and enjoying the small details. Healing means to be grateful for the chaos so you can enjoy paradise afterwards.

—D. M.