#beingsad

[yourgirlfriendsevillair]

I envy people who can cry easily. Must be so nice to purge and be able to let it out

Everything stays inside me like this:

[tumeluminas]

listen.

if you can hear me 

sometimes you won’t really know

if you can see me 

there are just things that you have to let go

we grow in vein 

sometimes in pain

this mask that we wear

the other side not willing to share 

you may hear or see

but who would’ve thought 

you just never understood me.

-Juliette Conzuelo

[rizhele]

"It’s okay to be sad. You don’t owe anyone a performance of being okay when you feel like you’re falling apart. It isn’t your job to smile or hide your truth to make other people feel more comfortable. If it gets awkward, let it be awkward. If people try to silence your pain by telling you to get over it and cheer up because you’re no longer fun or you’re ruining the mood, you don’t have to push away your sadness. You have to honor your feelings and trust that you don’t need anyone’s permission or approval to feel what you feel. You don’t ever have to sacrifice your self care for the sake of people who only want you around when it’s easy and comfortable. Their discomfort isn’t about you — it’s about them and their own limitations, and no matter what they think or say, you deserve to give yourself permission to feel whatever it is you feel. You’re allowed to show your feelings honestly. You’re allowed to talk about your pain and reach out for support. You’re allowed to scream and wail and cry. You’re allowed to be sad.” —Daniell Koepke

[isthisthebestyoucando]

My time living on Parnell Street is slowly coming to an end. This little gem of a house has been my home for the past two years. There is lots of things I will miss this house for, the location, the fact that the spire is literally right outside my door. The whole of Dublin was right outside my front door. Everything was only a short walk away, no buses or taxis ever needed, unless you’re feeling particularly lazy. Our landlord was one of the soundest guys ever. Yeah he squeezed all of us into this house to make a pretty penny, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way, plus he was always sound and fair to all of us. The people that have walked in and out of the doors of this house, the craic that was had, the after sessions (the well known Parnell after sesh) that would go on till 6 o'clock in the morning, the nights out - with everyone getting buses into Parnell since it was just a short walk to any of the nightclubs. The movie nights with everyone in the house, taking about 2 hours to decided anything decent that we’d all watch. Peters amazing cooking. The different days out. The teas and chats. Playing stop the bus as a form of procrastination when we should have all been studying. Parnell had everything, location, people and potential. We were the first ever group of people to live in this house, it was a building site before we moved in, but on our arrival on the 14th of September 2014, it was a brand new house, set up for us. The nerves moving in with strangers. But me and Eirnín would have each other at the end of the day anyways. Little did we know that we’d meet the best people. The two girls, I know they’re gonna be my life long friends after this. The five lads, more like the fifteen lads (between all the Carlow boys that come in and out of the house) would do anything for you to make sure you were alright, plus any spiders that needed to be killed, they were on the job lol. I will miss them dearly. And of course, this was the house where I met Rossa, if we both didn’t move into Parnell we might not be going out. So much happened in those two years, it's crazy. No description will be enough to describe how amazing the time spent living in Parnell was, everyone who got to live here agrees. Or anyone who was apart of the house got to witness that. Now that the lads are all graduated and finished college, they’re off trying to start there own lives, which is a scary thought.. So Parnell shall be no more. After this week, we’re done and dusted, our family shall be detached.. We had a goodbye family dinner during the week (minus Chen) the last supper of Parnell. I just hope wherever I end up living next year will be somewhat as good, there will never be a spot as good as Parnell. And you don’t understand Parnell unless you’ve lived here. There was a whole load of tears when we were all saying our goodbyes, I don’t want to go knowing I won’t be back.

Plennon, Chen, Cmag, Roo, Sting, Clar, Milf and Eirnín we're the best housemates ever, and by god if the walls in that house could talk, there'd be some stories told.

[dony-k]

Stop crying. It's pathetic

[foucault-hates-freud]