how can someone feel so much and feel so empty at the same time?

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how can someone feel so much and feel so empty at the same time?
one of the worst parts of self harm and suicidal ideation is when you’re sitting next to someone you love so much and all you can think about is how badly you want things to end
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If you have me in your life, I’m really really sorry.
As a fellow person in their twenties, you good?
i wish i could float in a river face down for seventy kilometers and not drown
Hamonshu, a Japanese Book of Wave and Ripple Designs, 1919
Source: Archive.is
“I can take a lot. That has it’s positive side, just as it has it’s negative side. Because when I take these 99 bullets which is easy to handle, the 100th bullet is finally hitting me. And that’s the point when I’ll get into a breakdown. Because then all of these bullets feel like they come all at once.”
— fightingborderline - Being a strong person is fine, until that last bullet hits you.
“Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.”
— Sylvia Plath (via elenamjacobs)
Am I annoying? Yes
Do I give a fuck? Also yes I really am sorry about me all the time
None of my days feel right without you.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love sleeping alone in my bed and being able to completely sprawl out. But there’s something about being woken up in the middle of the night to your person scooting over and grabbing you closer. Even when you sleep on your stomach and angled all weird yet they still find a place to comfortably lay their head on your back and intertwine their legs with yours.
Come back to me. Please.