(Quelle: levelachtzehn)

urbanfuck:

my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed child

fabulieren:

Ich glaube, bei uns heißt es:"Bitte nicht einsteigen!", klingt irgendwie netter.6.07 Uhr und die Sonne steht in den Startlöchern.

fabulieren:

Ich glaube, bei uns heißt es:
"Bitte nicht einsteigen!", klingt irgendwie netter.

6.07 Uhr und die Sonne steht in den Startlöchern.

(Quelle: einzelheiteneinesunterschiedes)

(Quelle: wasthedeceiver)

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
rotten-envy:

not al those who wander are lost

rotten-envy:

not al those who wander are lost

skllfck:

Agnes-Cecile (Silvia Pelissero)

(Quelle: nozu)

(Quelle: benthemotherhen)

panda-in-recovery:

body fat = marshmallow fluff
calories = happy points/energy beans
healthy set point = glowing point
BMI = bullshit meaningless information
gaining weight = gaining life

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)
fearlings:

satanss-mistress:

“i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”

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fearlings:

satanss-mistress:

i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”

t