Poetry Keeps Me Sane

Panic Disorder, Social Anixety

[lev-myszkin]

Όπως θα σήκωνες μια κόρη σου να δει τον ήλιο,

όπως θα σήκωνες μια κόρη σου που ποτέ δεν είχε δει τον ήλιο,

“μπαμπά, αυτό είναι φως;”

κι είχε υποθερμία, καυτό σκοτάδι πυρετό 21 ασταθών γραμμαρίων ζωτικών οργάνων,

οπως κάποιον με κόκκαλα σαθρά θεμέλια άστεγο,

κράτα με έτσι.

[thequotejournals]

When you find yourself drowning in self-hate, you have to remind yourself that you weren’t born feeling this way. That at some point in your journey, some person or experience sent you the message that there was something wrong with who you are, and you internalized those messages and took them on as your truth. But that hate isn’t yours to carry, and those judgments aren’t about you. And in the same way that you learned to think badly of yourself, you can learn to think new, self-loving and accepting thoughts. You can learn to challenge those beliefs, take away their power, and reclaim your own. It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen over night. But it is possible. And it starts when you decide that there has to be more to life than this pain you feel. It starts when you decide that you deserve to discover it.

Danielle Keopke (via wnq-writers)

[slitsonpaper-blog]

I do not like the feeling of bones bending to fit your shape

[slitsonpaper-blog]

Just thinking of you makes me wish I was dead.

[slitsonpaper-blog]

If you could die and not hurt anyone, would you? In a heartbeat

[wordsbyt]

Remember, you only get so many heartbeats. Don’t waste them on somebody who won’t share theirs.

(via wordsbyt)

[slitsonpaper-blog]

The longer I am away from you, the longer I realise I'm never the one you wanted..

[slitsonpaper-blog]

My Mom said; You are so good at making something out of nothing and then flat out asks me if I am afraid of dying... No mom, I'm afraid of living.

[written-in-pen]

You both are made for each other.“ “How do you know?” “Because you guys don’t look at each other with butterflies and happiness. You look at each other with reality but at the same time, there’s a fairytale awaiting you.

E. Grin - this is real life, not puppy love (via written-in-pen)

[slitsonpaper-blog]

Anxiety is a scary mental illness to have and it takes a lot of strength to deal with it.

[slitsonpaper-blog]

You'll never realize that you've fallen in love until you sit and think about everything that's changed.

[wnq-writers]

Kissing and I mean like: Slowly looking into each other’s eyes, Pulling each other close, Yummy kissing, Slow yet tantalizing kissing, Sensual kissing, Deep kissing, Passionate kissing, Teasing by tenderly biting lips kissing, Kissing that releases the moans, The tender kiss as you whisper I Love You, Neck kisses, Lips getting tender from kissing for hours… As you hug and cuddle each other is the most beautiful, intimate, passionate thing that a couple can do. Nothing beats a soft set of lips who desires the intimate exchange from your own. The magic of the kiss last for hours but the memories of the kiss last a lifetime.

mardybryant (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

You take away a piece of my heart and you’ve got enough pieces by now to make me feel like my heart’s more yours than mine.

weare-satellites (via wnq-writers)

[slitsonpaper-blog]

I do not like you because your laugh is like feather stems forced through my temples

[slitsonpaper-blog]

Because if I go deep enough to draw blood. Then I'll have to find a band aid.

[classicallyfreshh]

No one wants to hear “Not much, you?” No one wants to hear a fake, superficial “Good” to the question “How are you?” if you’re having an awful day. No one wants to hear about how you’re laying in bed trying to decide what show to watch on Netflix or how you’re “just chilling.” No one wants to hear about how drunk you were last Friday and no one cares whether you’re 16, 22, or 34. They want to know why your best friend is your best friend. They want to know what your favorite song is on Monday morning and what your go-to song is Friday night. They want to know how close you are with your brother and why your dad is your superman. They want to know why grey is your favorite color and how exactly you like your coffee. They want to know your opinions on extraterrestrial life and why religion has created so much dissension. They want to hear if you think the blinking star is an airplane on its way to Japan or if it’s an undiscovered planet. They want to know if you had to go sky-diving, would you embrace the height or scream the entire way down? What would be your last meal on death row? They want to talk about breaking apart gender roles and dismantling the patriarchal society we live in. They want to know what your closest near-death experience is, how you like your omelette, and whether or not you’re a nomad or a homebody.

2 am thoughts (via classicallyfreshh)

[letsmakehistory-blog]

The truth is (don’t you love when sentences start that way) that I am rarely honest. Don’t take it personally. It’s not you, it’s me. Really - I don’t trust myself to be honest, to tell the truth genuinely and vulnerably. The minute I start a sentence with ‘the truth is,’ I find my insides curling up in response, vomit creeping up my throat, my smile turning into a cringe, and my tongue suddenly embellishes the Hemingway-esque Truth I was so determined to spill. It’s as if I’ve been wired to lie, or at least, to withold, to abstain from being good, ol’ Honest Abe. Does that mean I’m a liar? Maybe. But to me, not really. It’s more that I weave the truth underneath my stories, that you have to go digging if you want to find it, that you have to put on a scuba mask and dive under, look into my eyes and poke and prode my heart. It’s there. The Truth. I may sweep it under the rug when you come over, or toss the confessions into the fire and watch them join the ashes. I might cry them into my pillow when no one is home, or stitch them into the stars as I lay awake - but the Truth is everywhere. I’m merely a magician, distracting you so you don’t have time to see the dried blood on my hands.

For My Final Act, s.a.a. (via letsmakehistory)