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ZOMERVLUCHT
Het allerlaatste zomervlindertje opende haar vleugeltjes voor de horizon naar het gene wat het niet zien kon zomaar opgedoken zomaar omhoog gevlogen vol verbazing keken we toe voor zover gevuld met ontzag voor wat een moedig beestje het was ’t ging zo zonder twijfel op weg naar het bekende onbekende
En niet het snijden doet zo'n pijn, maar het afgesneden zijn.
M. Vasalis (via middernachtmuziek)
En als ik dan zo ongegeneerd naar u staar en jij mijn blik vangt, lichten uw ogen op en krullen uw mondhoeken omhoog. Er schieten vlinders in mijn buik. Gij fascineert mij. Ik wil u verder blijven ontdekken en samen met u verder het leven in duiken.
Blijf bij me vannacht
Vertel me alles wat je verbergt
“How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?”
— Ruby Wax
“The first clear thought in years: I refuse to die.”
— Marya Hornbacher, from Madness: A Bipolar Life (via lifeinpoetry)
But the need to hurt myself: this is his gift to me. It is his face in my head when I do it, his nasal, awful voice egging me on: fucking do it already. A friend once commented, horrified, that I was basically tattooing his name onto my body. Maybe I was.
— Nicola Maye Goldberg, from The Doll Factory
I don’t want to need to know where the knives are kept anymore
— Chase Berggrun, from “On weeping in an H&M after trying on twenty different dresses,” published in The Shallow Ends
“Blood didn’t faze me. I could slash myself open and still / make it to dinner.”
— Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Autobiography of a Venus figure,” Autobiography of a Wound (via selfharminlit)
You’re probably wondering whether what you experienced was really ‘that bad?’. Let me tell you - if you have to question it, if it hurts, if it still runs through your mind, it was.
You don’t have to feel guilty over the pain you’re feeling.
Recovery is a process and hey I just want you to know that these crashes and relapes happen, but that doesnt mean you’re not progressing.
mijn hoofd is soms een zolder vol met oude zooi die ik niet meer nodig heb.
Paniekaanvallen en huilen op de wc, verder een ontzettend leerzame periode hoor, zo'n stage.
switch your mentality from “i’m broken and helpless” to “i’m growing and healing” and watch how fast your life changes, for the better.
So what if you’re alone right now. Embrace it. Go get coffee alone. Shop alone. Drive alone. Watch movies alone. Get to know yourself. Nothing bad can come from riding whatever wave to self improvement you’re blessed with in the moment.
En we reizen af
naar de zon,
maar ik warm me aan jou m'n lief.
- Eefje de Visser, luister
Angst is wat je voelt. Dapper is wat je bent.
(via ga-mee-verdwalen)
