truthsbykk

doing the very best i can. struggling to survive. hoping to thrive. *trigger warning*

[luthienne]

“I tell and re-tell the story / to find the answer;”

— H.D., from Helen in Egypt

[philophobicss]

[metamorphesque]

Separation, W. S. Merwin

[feral-ballad]

Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “Watercolor”

[Text ID: “If I were a paint, I’d be a watercolor. / Indecisive and hard to control, / no one wants to handle watercolors / unless they are brave, patient, or mad.”]

[metamorphesque]

Anthem, Leonard Cohen

[florizels]

Shel Silverstein, Masks from Every Thing On It

“She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.”

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[siickangel]

i’ve lost myself ... again // from my journal

[poems-and-word]

Poems & Words

[truthsbykk]

07.16.19

I have so much to say

but who cares? does anyone actually want to read this? and does it do me any ounce of good to share it?

why do we desire to be understood?

why do we all share so easily the things that don't truly matter, but hesitate to express the realest depths of our minds and hearts?

what causes these deep, dark nights of the soul, and has mine forgotten how to go back to the light?

[truthsbykk]

06.24.19 pt. 2

tell me

do you ever feel so incredibly alone

do you ever feel like moving or breathing or existing takes more energy than you have to give

do you ever feel abandoned by the universe

do you ever feel so anxious that you’re afraid of everything and everyone

do you ever feel overwhelmed by to-do lists and work and plans and responsibilities and life

do you ever wish you could sleep for days

do you ever cry (and cry and cry and cry)

do you ever get confused about who to trust and what to listen to

do you ever feel like me

[truthsbykk]

1.30.19

depression. it’s canceled plans and late nights and loneliness and fear. it’s guilt, so much guilt. depression is dirty hair and unbrushed teeth; apologies, tears, lies, solitude. it’s all your hopes and dreams and plans and desires that exist only in your head. it’s calls into work, disappointing others, and unfinished to do lists. its not eating enough or eating too much. depression is living while miserable and making your loved ones lives a little bit harder by existing, but not as hard as it would be for them if you were to end it. it’s trying to survive. it’s wanting to thrive, while desperately wanting to die.

[fuck2everything]

[fuck2everything]

[truthsbykk]

1.30.19

depression. it’s canceled plans and late nights and loneliness and fear. it’s guilt, so much guilt. depression is dirty hair and unbrushed teeth; apologies, tears, lies, solitude. it’s all your hopes and dreams and plans and desires that exist only in your head. it’s calls into work, disappointing others, and unfinished to do lists. its not eating enough or eating too much. depression is living while miserable and making your loved ones lives a little bit harder by existing, but not as hard as it would be for them if you were to end it. it’s trying to survive. it’s wanting to thrive, while desperately wanting to die.

[depressedanxietydeath]

I hate it so much when you can feel you’re slowly disconnecting from yourself and everything around you.

[truthsbykk]

“The sun will rise, and we will try again.”

— twenty one pilots / Truce (via bnmxfld)