Killed My Old Self. The New Me Isn't Any Better

This blog expresses my emotions through pictures and poetry. I've never been the best at describing my feelings. You could even say it's like me. Happy on the outside, but is depressing whenever you look on the inside. I feel connected to poetry so that's mainly what I post. Hope you enjoy 😊

[quotemadness]

“When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.”

— Alexander Den Heijer

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[sarabblogs]

“i vanished a million times before i realised you were never my home. a haunted villa on a dead end street, you were a place i would visit when i felt unworthy of love.”

— poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)

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[sarabblogs]

“i. he says girls are pretty when they can’t talk. when their lipsticked glued mouths are shut tight or open wide, but just for the right reason. he says girls are empty assault rifles, he says we could be great but we need someone behind the trigger, he says he’s the best sniper you’ll ever meet. i say i’m not sure I like the analogy but I don’t walk away. ii. we shove splinters under our nails and call it art. chisel our teeth so they aren’t too sharp and learn how to smile without our eyes. we cry in the bathroom but brought extra mascara so no one knows. we throw up after brunch but brought extra gum so no one knows. this isn’t war but it is a fight and every bruise is covered with makeup before it even forms. we spit out blood but swallow everything else because that’s what we’re taught. iii. every punch we throw lands on our own skin. everything is impacting and it all hurts but hush hush hush pain is pretty pain is pretty. so we keep quiet. we melt our skin on curling irons and hiss through our teeth but keep going. boys touch a burned out match and act like it was a fire. we roll our eyes but we don’t walk away.”

— how much will you tolerate before you bite back?– lily rain (via wont-time-love-us)

[quotemadness]

“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”

— Ruta Sepetys

[quotemadness]

“It’s hard to find out you don’t know a person the way you thought you did. It’s hard to find out the face you thought you loved is only a mask.”

— Stephen King

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[wordsnquotes]

It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.

J.K. Rowling (via wordsnquotes)

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[wnq-writers]

“I forget that I have an obligation to myself to make home deep within my bones rather than deep within people. I have my heartbeats to sing me to sleep and the blood flowing in my veins to keep me warm. I crave the quietness of myself, the way it’s calm even in the midst of the war that’s raging in my mind. I forget that I’m my only enemy but that’s my own making. I save myself everyday, constantly from myself, and I think that’s the biggest accomplishment I could have. Rather than give in to the darkest parts of myself, I bring myself back up. It’s you against yourself. You have to love yourself so much that the thought of letting yourself drown, makes you want to swim.”

tannwalkerr, Writing prompt #55 Write about saving yourself and being your own hero.  (via wnq-writers)

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[thepersonalquotes]

[meanwhilepoetry]

Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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[poeticallyemm]

Excerpt from “Haunted House”