I drink until there is more alcohol in my veins than blood, because that’s the only way I can hear your voice anymore.
—(242/365) by (DS)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
—Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via feellng)
(Source: feellng, via gratisangst)
At thirteen I started crying as silently as my wrists
started bleeding. I never understood why I always
felt too heavy, like I was buried under bricks and no
matter how much weight I lost, I felt like I took up too
much space in this room, in this world. I never
understood why I pushed the word sadness out of my
mind and convinced myself that I was fine even when
I was sitting in a bathtub full of my own blood. I never
understood why I walked around with a mask that some
people called a smile, and why I always felt like a fraud
at the end of the day. I never understood the way happiness
was suppose to feel and how people could call it a choice
because fuck, if it is a choice I wouldn’t be staring at the
walls wondering why I’m even breathing. I never felt loved
and I thought it was something I’d feel after letting him into
my bed, but after kissing boys whose lips I knew better than
their own personality, I still felt nothing but numb. I never understood why I was afraid of the doctor and afraid of
being told I was clinically depressed. The day the news
broke I still didn’t comprehend it, was I going to be like
Four years later, two medications, sessions of therapy,
my wrists no longer bleed but my soul does.
I’m seventeen now, and I still don’t understand.
i.c. // ”clinically depressed” (via delicatepoetry)
oh my fucking god this
I think I forgot who I really am. And when I try to remember, everything fades. Please, tell me who I really am. I can no longer live with this pain. Please, tell me who I am.
—yasmin (via soulsscrawl)
Who gives a shit if you don’t finish college. Who gives a shit if you marry young. Who gives a shit if you say ‘fuck the world’ and go against everything your parents want. Do what makes YOU happy. And don’t you dare give a shit about what anybody else thinks.
If you cum and she doesn’t…you didn’t fuck her, she fucked you.
if you cum and she doesn’t, you just fucked up.
(Source: a-dimension-of-mind, via gratisangst)
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