abusedpixie:

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐌𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠!!

firstfullmoon:

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Zaina Alsous, “Leave”

dduane:

akboro:

Terry knew.

(via deansurvived)

haleyincarnate:

And what is growing up if not being fearful of the future, but running head on into it anyway?

I am still afraid, but I barrel into fate with gritted teeth. Every experience brings a lesson, every passing day and night just a page turned in my story.

We are all novels begging to be written.
—
Collage from my poetry collection “Winterbrook”, out 11/11.

goldcoasthoney:

(via firstfullmoon)

catsofyore:

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Super cute curtains with cat and bird pattern! 1910. Source.

(via night-rooms)

vixensofdeath:

being manic is the best yet the worst. I feel like I’m on drugs and I can do anything. my mind races and my world zooms by. and even when I think about dying it’s not depressing. this time it’s thrilling and exciting to me. everything- no matter how bad it is, I am constantly over amped. but, after the few good times, I feel horrible. I just want to come down but I can’t. I’m wide awake and not hungry and I want to do so many bad things to me and others.

conscious-pisces:

“As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.”

—Vincent Van Gogh

wolftyla:

when things really hurt you, they make you quiet.

(via em47)

fucklife101:

Mental illness is the most isolating thing in the world. You’re completely on your own in a black sea of nothing but pain.

(via em47)

derangedrhythms:

November, slaughter month, the month of blood.

Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from ‘The Year I Was Born: the day by day chronicle of events in the year of your birth’

(via em47)

all my thoughts are consumed by suicide. i keep picturing shooting myself. all i can picture right now is holding a gun to my head.. i cant picture anything past that but its more than what i’ve been able to picture in the past. usually i’ve never been able to picture it. but everything’s getting so bad it’s getting pretty easy. it’s all i can think about. i physically cannot think of anything else except not being alive. it would make everything so much easier and better. i’m so tired. 15 years.. that’s how long i’ve been having these thoughts. not good enough, too slow, too stupid, no friends, no plans, nothing. i have nothing. I Am Nothing. i wish it would all end already. there is nothing worth being alive for. like my dad said i don’t do anything. there’s nothing worthy of my life. i am wasting space, taking up space. not providing use for anything. just a blob. so who gives a fuck if i die. i certainly don’t. and im tired of acting like i do just to appease others. fuck anyone’s feelings except mine. i don’t care about anyone’s sadness pain or grief. because what the fuck about mine. nobody is concerning themselves with mine so i won’t be concerned with theirs in the wake of my death. fuck off.