you lied.
and so did I. and she. and he.
now, lets all explode into the abyss of the damned.
408. Don’t let a wishbone grow where a backbone should be.
(via All Plaid Out)
It’s impossible to avoid situations where you must be a cruel person. But let’s not walk straight into them either.
— Marilia Trivisani
That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
— Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thelovelybones) (via arisejackio)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Hysteria- Muse
YES.
I almost kept driving.
I got into my car and I started home from the movies and it was raining pretty heavily. I thought, I can keep going. I can drive and drive and drive until I run out of money and gas and road. I can be somewhere other than here- all I have to do is just keep moving.
But I didn’t. I came home and put on dry clothes and brushed out my crazyfrizzywavy hair and practiced breathing.
And I whispered, I’m stronger than this. I’m not alone. I don’t need to run. I would be missed. I am loved I am loved I am loved…
until I could no longer differentiate my whispers from my breathing.
I am okay.
“I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can’t bake any more bread.
You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking.
Then it’s like I woke up and baked bread, I said, and we were joking even then. I wondered will there come a time when we won’t be joking? And what would it look like? And how would that feel?
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”-Jonathan Safran Foer
listenclosely:everymomentcounts: loveyourselftoo: wheredoesthegoodgo: eemmaa: loveisjustlove: anditslove:
The reverend he turned to me Well I guess Believe the word Sometimes when I’m alone Through all those The way we were
Without a tear in his eyes
It’s nothing new for him to see
I didn’t ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn’t cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the
Memories now unfold.
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
I wonder aloud
If you’re watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can’t live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn’t care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should’ve cried and spared myself some pain…
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
