Between the bars

[abby088]

I would love to just know you again.

[strawberry-trellis-deactivated2]

[depression-healthy-carrier]

The point is that I can’t be with people and I can’t be alone

[birthdaylobotomy]

maybe if we, as a society, spent more time in gardens things wouldn’t be like this

[perrfectly]

“But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery it’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me.”

— (via hatin)

[thoughtkick]

“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”

— Unknown (via perfeqt)

[foggysuggestion]

some days, you’ll oversleep and be late to class or work, you’ll look like an absolute mess, you’ll fail your biggest exam of the year, you’ll drop your phone in a puddle outside, you’ll say the wrong thing at the wrong time, you’ll lose the person you thought was the love of your life. you’ll cry your eyes out and feel so completely hopeless because everything seems like it’s going wrong, but even on those days, you’ll have people that love you. and some days, that’s all that matters. and that’s okay.

[hatin]

why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 3am

[northmodern]

i know i called you bro but i meant babe.

[c-isnenegro]

[6000c]

can someone play with my hand thanks

[bytthesea]

“He sleeps in my soul And sometimes he wakes up at night And plays with my dreams.”

— Fernando Pessoa (1880-1935), from “The Keeper of Flocks” (via finita–la–commedia)

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

*drowns myself in romanticized idealizations*

[vollenden-deactivated20250930]

“And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her fucking eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.”

— Unknown 

[perrfectly]

[hatin]

Better days are coming 

[thoughtkick]

“In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.”

— Abraham Maslow (via thoughtkick)