Broken Angel

Wann kann ich endlich ein Engel sein?

[sad-lonely-broken]

”I wanted to kill myself a long time ago, was always close to it. I did not do it because I was afraid to explain myself if it didn‘t work.“

— sad-lonely-broken

[wastedpoets]

[deprosin]

it’s hard living when living is the last thing you want to do

[diphyllia-grayi]

there is a point in your depression where you just give up on getting better but you still won’t kill yourself. you just float around in this state of nothingness and don’t notice anything around you because you’re just so numb and you just don’t want to do anything about it anymore

[meinlebennebenmir]

“Depressionen sind in einem Körper zu leben, der ums Überleben kämpft, mit einem Kopf, der nichts mehr möchte, als sterben.”

— (via @meinlebennebenmir)

[thxtfuckup]

[depression-healthy-carrier]

Have you ever stood in front of the mirror and thought “why would anyone ever love me?” 

[wannabeskinn-y]

When did 500 calories become too much? When did being underweight become goal? When did you last eat without regretting/feeling guilty about it? When did you become so scared of gaining weight? When did you become sick?

[dreamerinalostworld]

Wer wird sich erinnern?

Wer wird sich an mich erinnern?

Wenn ich weg bin und nur noch mein Name beweist das ich einst da war.

Sag, wer wird von mir erzählen?

Und wann wird man das letzte Mal von mir sprechen?

Wer wird dabei lächeln, wenn er an mich denkt?

Und wer wird daran zerbrechen?

Wer wird mich besuchen kommen und sich zu mir ans Grab setzen?

Und wer wird einer der letzten sein bevor sie alle mich vergessen?

Was werde ich hinterlassen?

Wie schnell werden meine Taten nach und nach verblassen?

Und werde ich davor noch etwas Großes schaffen?

Oder es dabei belassen, genug Menschen zu haben um sich darauf zu verlassen?

Das einer sich erinnern wird.

Und meine Geschichte noch lange danach weitergegeben wird.

Damit meine Person nicht an Lebendigkeit verliert.

[anathestark]

I don't see food as food anymore.

I only see it as numbers and calories.

[stay-close]

You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.

— Leigh Bardugo

[underweightbeauty]

u never realize how many calories are in food until you have an eating disorder

i remember eating without knowing the calories and not caring

it’s sad knowing I’ll never be that way again

[whatever-whatever-u-deactivated]

Day 6 Thinspo

“First, you feel like dying, then u feel reborn”

“It doesn’t matter how slow you go, as long as you don’t stop”

“You are one step closer every day, so don’t give up”

“Don't give up what you want most, for what you want now”

[beautyketchup]

Yassss

[twistsdiary]

I’m depressed, and I feel the need to apologise for that. I get it, I lay in bed all day and do nothing with my life. So sorry, I know you expect more from me. I’m sorry I’m disappointing you by doing nothing with my life. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten a better job, that I’m refusing to go school, or to have a life of my own. It’s just every god damn breath I take to do anything is just drowning me alive. I wish you would understand me when I speak, but it’s like gibberish to you.

[stay-close]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

[my-world-is-grey]

“All your friends are thinner, let’s change that.”

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[depresseddisneyprincess]

“it scares me to think about how i’m only alive because i don’t want to hurt the people i love”

— that’s the only reason