Sunday, October 19, 2014
Dani and Billy from Hocus Pocus. I love how Billy kept her safe within the salt circle :3
Saturday, October 18, 2014
I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live.
Don’t be fooled, M. L. L. (via splitterherzen)
Friday, October 17, 2014
Shopping by myself is actually something that I enjoy doing, so here’s to a day of self-indulgence.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
"I have come to believe that caring for myself is not self-indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival." - Audre Lorde
(Image credit: Rachel Tilley)
I’ve done so well at living independently my entire life that I don’t think I really know how to live with people in my life. I get that there is an ebb and flow to friendships and relationships but, honestly, no one ever stays. I’m only 25 and I’m just so tired of opening my heart to people over and over again when they’re going to be gone in a few months. I want acceptance and love so badly, though, so I guess I’ll just wipe off these tear stained cheeks and attempt to pick myself up off of the floor once more.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
Monday, October 13, 2014
this is really selfish but
why can’t mental illness be like any other kind of sickness where you go to hospital and your loved ones come and give you flowers and tell you that they love you and hold your hand and make sure you get better
why doesn’t that happen instead of awkward silences and embarrassing tears and messy bedsheets and a bunch of other stuff no one actually talks about
w h y
I can’t find a single selfish thing in that.
that probably wasn’t necessary
I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.