#aremy

[somaisumamenina]

A ansiedade não me deixa dormir com medo de perder a hora, não me deixa tentar com medo de errar, mas ao mesmo tempo me permite errar por agir na ânsia de não pensar. A ansiedade é a coisa mais contraditória que eu tenho que viver diariamente, ela me faz querer morrer ao mesmo tempo que agradeço estar viva.

Ela acaba com o ar do meu pulmão, mesmo quando estou respirando desenfreadamente sugando todo o ar ao meu redor, ela me dá tremedeira, me bloqueia de andar e faz meu coração acelerar como se eu tivesse corrido uma maratona.

A cada dia que passa eu não consigo me decidir se é mais um dia em que venci, ou menos um dia que viverei com ela.

Eu só preciso aguentar mais um pouco, amanhã é um novo dia.

Só mais uma menina.

[military1st]

A Norwegian infantryman during a situational training exercise, part of a multinational exercise Saber Strike 18 at Adazi Training Area, Latvia.

The U.S. Army photo by Spc. Dustin D. Biven / 22nd Mobile Public Affairs Detachment (2018).

[somaisumamenina]

Hoje eu fiz uma jura, jurei para mim que não chorarei mais por quem não me mereça. Espero seguir essa jura, por pelo menos uma semana.

Só mais uma menina.

[somaisumamenina]

Como se a dor da perda não fosse o suficiente, ainda sou julgada por como demonstro ela para os outros.

Como se a sua falta já não me massacrasse diariamente, ainda sou obrigada a ouvir comparações de qual dor, dói mais.

Como se o mundo já não tivesse desabado na minha cabeça, ainda tenho que conviver com o concreto que está sobre o meu peito me deixando sem ar.

Pai, sinto sua falta.

[lolgotohell23]

I never thought I would be completely infatuated with another person’s eyes but yours just make me melt.

[extra-ordinarypeople]

Have you ever been so overwhelmed with beauty that your mind can't help but wonder how anything so magical could be real? This was that moment for me. This is one of those moments that made me pause, take a deep breathe, and smile. . . . . . #botswana #elephants #aremy favorite (at Okavango Delta)

[journalsofagoddess]

I'm my dogs #1 fan.

[jeremy-simms-blog]

Aremy

Jeremy swung his legs, perched on the edge of the building. He smiled, listened to some music that had sentimental value, took a swig of beer. Raising his hand, he played with the slight frayed ends on his red baseball cap. It was a miracle he'd never lost it, considering how easily he lost everything else. Eye of the Tiger came on and Jeremy chuckled, then took another swig of beer. This was the song his dad played on Jeremy's first day of school. Jeremy thought about his dad pretty often, and it probably wasn't good. He had died when Jeremy was just old enough to remember him, and every time one of those half remembered scenes flickered across his mind's eye, Jeremy wished it was his mom instead. It was sheer misfortune that Charles was picking Jeremy up that day, as it was usually Kim who did things like that. Another sip from the bottle turned off that train of thought. It wasn't even a train of thought, it was the track. It was the same damn progression of thoughts back and forth going from point A to point B and back again every single time and Jeremy was really fucking tired of it. He was so fucking tired of it that he wanted to strap himself to that exact track and wait for that exact train to run him over. And what would this be? Sheer misfortune. Just like every-fucking-thing else. He typed the number into his phone, just for laughs. "Hello, you've reached the suicide hotline."