[rustic-bones]

Ghost series 2/3 “I’m not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.” ↠Cheshire Cat

[xoaspiewriterxo]

I hope  2019 is  a good  year for  you  with less  meltdowns,  shutdowns,  less  overloads, free  from anxiety and  filled  with  happiness

[visual-me]

[adrenaline]

via weheartit

[barkoxe-deactivated20140905]

[x-goodbye-x]

goodbye

[wnq-writers]

Have you ever been in the situation where you’ve been hiding the fact that you’re sad from everyone for a really long time and you’re out in public one day and a complete stranger asks if you’re okay? It’s kind of sad in a way because secretly you’ve wanted someone to notice you’re unhappy for a really long time… but when a complete stranger asks, you realize just how clearly it’s written on your face and you wonder why the people closest to you never seem to see it.

Ranata Suzuki (via wordsnquotes)

[lamignonette]

[just-a-lost-and-confused-so-blog]

[traumartist]

You said it. You said, “I love you too”.

You said it many, many times.

But now you’re not talking to me.

It’s been days. Are you even still alive?

You must hate me, you MUST!

EVERYONE HATES ME!

HOW COULD I THINK I DESERVED ANY LOVE IN THIS WORLD?

I was a fool to ever think you loved me.

But I still love you.

I’ll love you forever, and for an eternity after that.

I’ll never stop loving you, even though you never loved me to begin with.

[psychicleo]

[52whalienz-deactivated20160107]

[traumartist]

I want to stop

I want to forget. I want to stop feeling like the cause. I want to stop being the cause. I want to stop feeling. I want to stop thinking. I want to stop crying. I want to stop hurting. I want to stop feeling useless. I want to stop being useless. I want to stop feeling like I’m drowning. I want to stop knowing. I want to stop hurting people. I want to stop moving. I want to stop making others feel bad. I want to stop making others feel like they have to care about me. I want to stop being me. I wish I was somebody else. I want to be normal. I want to stop annoying people. I want to stop bothering them. I want to disappear. But I don’t want to be alone. I want so many things. But it’s just too much. I might as well stop breathing. After you read this, you’ll look me in the eyes and see I died long ago. I am g o n e

[traumartist]

go away

[traumartist]

god and the stars never cared about me enough to save me

[traumartist]

there’s nothing left here

[traumartist]

so when can you tell us apart?