Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Purple Black Hole) 200821

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Keni

JVL
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Three Goblin Art

Product Placement
art blog(derogatory)
noise dept.
styofa doing anything
trying on a metaphor

@theartofmadeline
todays bird

tannertan36

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell

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Stranger Things

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@scharlettesletter
Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Purple Black Hole) 200821
The text reads:
“My pain is valid
even when other people
make me feel
like it isn’t
even when I
make myself feel
like it isn’t.”
“What doesn’t kill you very often makes you weaker. What doesn’t kill you can leave you limping for the rest of your days. What doesn’t kill you can make you scared to leave your house, or even your bedroom, and have you trembling, or mumbling incoherently, or leaning with your head on a window pane, wishing you could return to the time before the thing that didn’t kill you.”
— Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive
(Reasons to Stay Alive, Matt Haig)
i just wish people would show me they care as much as they say they do.
I’m afraid I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. I’m so fucking sad how the fuck could anyone ever love someone like me.
Don’t shit on people who are on methadone/subs as part of their recovery. It is like any other mental health drug. If you wouldn’t shit on somebody for taking Prozac, don’t shit on people who use methadone/subs to maintain sobriety
“You know you really love someone, When you don’t hate them for breaking your heart.”
— ThePersonalQuotes
I’m so over everything
I’m not sure why I’m so irritable or angry feeling, but I’m pretty positive I could lose it on someone at any given second. I don’t understand how I desperately want human connection while simultaneously barely being able to stomach being around anyone. Peoples voices literally just grate on my nerves and I just want to scream at everyone to shut up and go away, but also the last thing I want to do is be alone.
Brains make zero sense
He’s gonna be a mighty king and he’s working on that roar.
The concert and the audience…
“When you are depressed, you need the love of other people, and yet depression fosters actions that destroy that love. Depressed people often stick pins in their own life rafts.“”
— - The Noonday Demon
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
— Unknown