You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.

So this sums up my life at the moment and its beautifully put

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Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of somone you know you don’t belong with.

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marthajefferson:

Leonardo Da Vinci’s drawings

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My medications make me easier to deal with. They don’t interfere with my creativity or turn me into a zombie or dull my real personality. They help me connect with people, allow me to stay calm when situations seem overwhelming, and help keep my thoughts from racing out of control. They help me leave the house when I’m scared to. They help.

Chris Gethard, “Why I Love My Meds” on VICE (via onlylogan)

Because when I’m on the right ones, this is true.

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Anna Peters (via souls-entwined)

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I go in and out of
Consciousness,
Feel free and fly
for a minute,
Start a war and die
The next.

I give everything,
Forget my feelings
And give hope a try.

But you find me
With your weapons out,
With your tongue Sharp…
And my guards are down.
I thought
Maybe I didn’t need my armor,
And could come
With an open mind,
And my slate clean.
For
Starting over
And the thought of what that might mean for
My life
Gave my soul permission
To wake up,
And ignited a fire colored in beauty that i’ll never really find words to explain.

But in a flash
I.am awake,
And the fire
Is put out.
In an instant you provoke
Me.
And I am filled
To the top
With poison.

I clench my fists and
Bite my tongue,
Until the things I hate begin to blur,
Until the words
Stop stinging
And you stop meaning
So
Much.

No joke . #chaotic #brain damage

No joke . #chaotic #brain damage

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