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And the truth is, I have a habit of trying to fix things beyond repair because I simply cannot accept the fact that they’ve run their course. I’m terrified of coming to terms with the idea that some things in life are just temporary and we’re left with no choice but to move on.

- why i tried to fix us

thewanderingmillennial

Maybe.

TV static

it starts out as a low rumble

like a hearty thrash of the bushes outside

steady she goes, louder

like someone sat on the remote

louder, the television noise grows

the voices drowned out in the static

with all the electricity of a power line

screaming around me

THUMP THUMP THUMP

my heart races,

until the noise becomes too much

until I'm begging for peace and quiet,

because my blood can't handle this rush

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feliciachiao

I don’t usually explain my drawings (emotional transparency makes me sweat), but I think this piece needs one. Sometimes I get into periods of depression where I feel like I’m living underwater. Simple things like getting out of bed or walking take just a little more energy than normal but I feel like I’m moving slower. Everything is a little quieter, a little blurrier, and I have a weird pressure in my ears, eyes, and chest. Time feels like it’s moving very slow but before I know it a month has passed and I can’t remember most of it. WebMD says I’m having a stroke.

I’m pretty high functioning so it doesn’t affect my work too badly but it’s a weird and surreal way to go through life. Does anyone else get this underwater feeling?

objetpetita

“I am nowhere gathered together;” ― Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

“Depersonalization like the deposing of useless individuality— the loss of everything that can be lost, while still being. To take away from yourself little by little, with an effort so attentive that no pain is felt, to take away from yourself like one who gets free of her own skim, her own characteristics. Everything that characterizes me is just the way I am most easily viewed by others and end up being superficially recognizable to myself.” ― Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

“But I will stretch my toes so that they touch the rail at the end of the bed; I will assure myself, touching the rail, of something hard. Now I cannot sink; cannot altogether fall through the thin sheet now. Now I spread my body on this frail mattress and hang suspended. I am above the earth now. I am no longer upright, to be knocked against and damaged. All is soft, and bending. Walls and cupboards whiten and bend their yellow squares on top of which a pale glass gleams. Out of me now my mind can pour.” ― Virginia Woolf, The Waves