Hey all sorry I haven’t posted, my computer died and I have no internet access. My health has also been absolute CRAP lately as well. But I should get back on here and things should get better soon……eventually.
Yet I liked him too much— way too much, and I ripped him out of my heart so it wouldn’t get to hurt me more than it did.
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Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via durianquotes)
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Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via durianquotes)
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I like for you to be still; it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
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Pablo Neruda, poem XV (via andanonymity)
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
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Pablo Neruda, poem XV (via andanonymity)
I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely.
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Allie Brosh/Hyperbole and a Half, Depression Part Two (via raspberrying)
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Allie Brosh/Hyperbole and a Half, Depression Part Two (via raspberrying)
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“not natasha,” a photographic essay on eastern european sex trafficked slaves by dana popa
(documentary, the real sex traffic; film, lilya 4-ever)
(via fotojournalismus)
