These opinions are poison, and I've been drinking them all of my life.///////////////////////////\\The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
“We couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.”
12/28 15:20 - creedlers - 2,917 notes
My boyfriend (whom I love truly and madly and deeply) had been asking me to be healthier and to start eating again.
I did.
Now I gained weight and my confidence level is that of a leper.
I need to start not eating again.
“I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up outside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor.”
“I am always scared of disappearing, afraid I’m missing out on something, worried that if I don’t go to some party or dinner I will miss some great opportunity, scared that my friends will forget I exist if I don’t keep in regular touch - life is all frenzy, all frantic. But here I don’t care. I have no object constancy, I have the ostrich’s ability to believe that if I’m not there, neither is anything else.”
10/31 00:43 - 11 notes
10/27 20:48 - niaspora - 19 notes
"If you sleep like a manger scene
boxed up in the attic for half a century
you may be in love, have some rare
form of bipolar, or both, plus really thirsty.
There is an explanation for the river’s
freezing only at the mouth of its tributary,
translucent necklace of ice.
It may be you are actually as alone as you feel,
that it will only exponentiate.
That this is what scared you so much in the darkness."
boxed up in the attic for half a century
you may be in love, have some rare
form of bipolar, or both, plus really thirsty.
There is an explanation for the river’s
freezing only at the mouth of its tributary,
translucent necklace of ice.
It may be you are actually as alone as you feel,
that it will only exponentiate.
That this is what scared you so much in the darkness."
10/27 20:40 - 2 notes
8/22 20:29 - 1,998 notes
“Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of self, as insidious as any cancer. And like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.”
8/22 15:52 - 13 notes
Jesus. Christ.
After five days of binge drinking, I managed to (somehow) travel to Hunter Mountain, from the Bronx. I have no idea how I got to either places, but I managed to do it through seven gallon-bottles of vodka.
Alcoholism at its best!
8/22 13:40 - 3 notes
“You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.”
"I don’t have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds."
- George Carlin
8/18 02:13 - 14 notes
I hate that feeling when you’re about to cry and someone asks you if there’s antyhign wrong or to cheer up and you try to smile but you just physically can’t do it and eventually the effort of trying to smile for this one person has the tears spilling over. It makes me feel so defeated by life when I can’t find the strength to smile in those moments.”
8/4 11:44 - 7 notes
“you can walk into a room and spot them. they seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached. they laugh a little different. they hesitate a little more. now they know what it feels like. and something about their eyes when they listen to music says
“turn it up until my ears bleed. let it be the last thing i hear.”
