[solysusflores]

Dona para ayudarme, organized by Jesiely Miranda

Hi, my name is Jesie I’m currently living in Ohio living in my parents house, for years I’ve been s… Jesiely Miranda necesita tu apoyo para

[vueltaygiro]

– Edith Södergran.

[williammoll]

Salvador Novo. Florido Laude. Antología 1925-1965. [01]

[wishing-for-deathx]

Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better

— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )

— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient

— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.

— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.

— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.

— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way

— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.

[julesville]

[oceano-de-letras]

No te puedo llegar a odiar aunque lo intente, en algún momento me diste tanta paz y felicidad que quedó marcado en mi vida.

Chicopoético

[somos-deseos]

No sé cómo se siente vivir una vida equilibrada. Cuando estoy triste, no lloro, derramo. Cuando estoy feliz, no sonrío, resplandezco. Cuando estoy enojada, no grito, ardo. Lo bueno de sentirme en los extremos, es que cuando amo, les doy alas. Pero tal vez eso no sea tan bueno, porque siempre tienden a irse y deberías verme, cuando mi corazón está roto. No me apeno, me destrozo.

— Rupi Kaur // Leche y Miel

[soy-mi-ausencia]

“El infierno existe, está aquí, a las tres de la madrugada despierto, sin ti”

— Charles Bukowski

[filmcinematography]

“I’m sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I’m sorry for so many things. I couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere.” Ruby Sparks (2012)

[fruta-y-menta]

Carta para quien ya no me quiso amar

La herida va cicatrizando. Deseo que seas feliz y que el recuerdo de mi risa te persiga cada día.

Por favor no vuelvas nunca.

//Coos//

[quotemadness]

“I spent my childhood learning how to fear, and now I spend my adulthood learning how not to.”

— Gemma Troy

[what-iz-life]

You need to understand the difference between someone who actually values you and someone who just wants access to your energy, feed off your intense emotions, and take advantage of your generosity.

[somos-deseos]

En tu órbita 🚀

[somos-deseos]

A tu medida 🔮

[denisesoyletras]

Cómplices, Miriam Subirana

[da-da-sk]

Lost in a lake of tranquillity

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[somos-deseos]

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