Kopfchaos @tequilamitzitronen - Tumblr Blog

Can I be honest. The way we keep going from Monday to Tuesday to Wednesday to Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday back to Monday is deeply troubling

punxgottapunk

just wanna make out with you and go on road trips

homunculus-argument

I wish there was a painkiller except for brain fog. Like when your head is full of gunk you could just take a pill with a glass of water and lie down for 15 minutes and your head would be cleared just like that.

obscurix

why is everything so heavy and why do i have to feel so fucking hollow all the time.

thoughtkick

“It’s okay if I’m not your favorite chapter you have written, but I hope you sometimes smile when you flip back to the pages I was still apart of.”

— Unknown

nightlyquotes

“Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

— William C. Hannan

c-h-loie

nightlyquotes

“Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will learn what inspires you. You will cultivate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity. And when you do meet the right person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it because you are sure of yourself.”

— Bianca Sparacino

half-a-corpse-half-a-poet

-Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems 1: 1965-1975

resqectable

“Love if you’re in love. Cry if you’re hurt. Smile if you’re happy. Don’t grow old. Just grow up, and learn from your mistakes.”

— Unknown

stricatul

"you too cute to be single" baby it's not my looks, im not right in the head.

yourstorai

probably needed a hug but instead distanced myself from everyone

denolicina

Ein Kind, das sich anpasst, um nicht zu stören, ist kein „braves“ Kind. Es ist ein Kind, das gelernt hat, dass es sicherer ist, sich zurückzunehmen, leise zu sein und keine „Last“ zu sein.

Nicht aus innerer Ruhe, sondern aus Angst. Nicht aus Reife, sondern aus dem Gefühl, dass seine Bedürfnisse nicht zählen oder gefährlich sind. Ein solches Kind funktioniert – aber es lebt nicht frei.

Es beobachtet, passt sich an, verschluckt Gefühle, um geliebt zu werden. Doch still sein heißt nicht glücklich sein. Und wer als Kind lernt, sich selbst zu verleugnen, tut es oft ein Leben lang.