To the ones who live in the past,
What do you do when your holding on by your fingernails and it’s all going into a void? What ground do you have left to stand on? Where is your present?
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To the ones who live in the past,
What do you do when your holding on by your fingernails and it’s all going into a void? What ground do you have left to stand on? Where is your present?
Does it ever just disappoint you that nothing in you or about is truly unique? Someone can find the qualities they like in you/about you in someone else. Maybe what’s only yours is your appearance that’s it.
REST IN POWER
GEORGE FLOYD
AHMAUD ARBERY
BREONNA TAYLOR
Can the serotonin fairy just stay with me?
Someone tell me it will be okay and make me believe it please.
“Depression. Sometimes it’s screaming and crying and smashing plates Sometimes it’s numbness and quiet and “oh god why am I not dead” And sometimes it’s getting up anyways and staying alive, even if you don’t want to”
— (via emanresuastahw)
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK
I love you.
“I’m not suicidal, but if a car came while I was crossing the street I don’t think I’d move and if someone held a gun to my head I wouldn’t exactly beg for my life in fact id laugh and tell them go for it. No I’m not suicidal but if I had the chance to die without killing myself I’d probably take it.”
— Someone broken.Â
We Are Survivors
lowkey some won’t even then and that’s what pains me the most
I’m afraid to be optimistic about my own life. Things have never and will never turn out as expected. I can only glue myself back together so many times. Isn’t it better to remain broken rather than waste time, tears and energy into putting yourself together only to get shattered once again?
Just how it feels sometimes In your head
Sometimes I truly wonder what is wrong with me. I don’t even know why I do the things that I do or how I really feel. Would getting help really “fix” me? Can I be a normal girl? A sunflower in a field which the sun shines upon?
“You can drag a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.”
I have dragged myself to the water but I’ve realized it’s not even name brand. Fuck the water.
“Do you know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay. But no one’s going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be that one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And just for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.”
— insecurity–kills–people
How can someone love me, when i don’t love me…