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3 hours of crying in bed was there for me when no one else was
Worst thing I ever did in my life was try to play it cool to protect myself because all that ever did was attract people who also had their walls up or who were interested in people they wouldn't have to actually take care of
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
“Some people have been hurt in their past. So don’t just tell them you love them, show them why they should believe.”
— Charles Orlando
“I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.”
— Haruki Murakami
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
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Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
Joanna Klink, from "Two Trees"
Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
crazy how sometimes u dance alone to your favorite song in your bedroom and you are like oh yeah thats why im alive
“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”
— Clementine von Radics
“The relevant question in psychiatry shouldn’t be what’s wrong with you, but what happened to you.”
— Eleanor Longden
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