“Wenn es etwas gibt, von dem die Welt nicht genug hat, dann ist das Liebe.”— Die Regenbogentruppe von Andrea Hirata
faces-look-ugly-when-youre-alone:
“I want all my secrets back.”— six word story - velvet-plats (via perfect)
It feels like everyone else is moving on with their lives while I am stuck here in this hole that I can’t climb out of.
I have this emptiness in my chest all the time and no matter what I do, it just won’t go away.
Part of me wants to die tonight, Part of me wants it to be an accident, And part of me wants someone to notice and stop this feeling.
“i feel nothing, but everything at the same time.”— drunk & suicidal
I don’t think people really understand just how stressful it is to explain what’s on your mind, when you don’t even understand it yourself.
I’ve spent hours obsessing over why I’m not good enough. Hours lost, standing in front of the mirror, studying my face and wondering if it’s because I’m not pretty enough. Reading back old conversations and wondering if I’m annoying, too needy, too much. Will anyone ever stick around? I try so hard, but I’m just never worth it in the end.
broken thoughts | 2am
One of the worst feelings ever is being in your own house and feeling like you need to go home.
