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It’s horrible when your heart is somewhere your body is not.
posted on May 10,235,766 notes
I want to move into an apartment in Manhattan with white floors and big windows. Drink Coffee in central park with my best friend and gossip about that bitch yesterday. Work at a fashion house. Go to a bar downtown with all of my friends at the weekends. Wear my boyfriend’s shirt at home, but extravagant clothes when I go out. And last, but not least - I want to be the type of person, people turn around on the streets and go “she’s someone”.
posted on May 10,25,245 notes
How can emptiness be so heavy?
posted on May 10,208,996 notes
The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do
posted on March 23,5,348 notes
People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the costant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren’t really days; they are just annoying obstacles that’s need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you’re depressed, you grasp onto anything that can get you through the day. That’s what depression is. Not sadness or tears, it’s the overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next.
posted on March 23,11,130 notes
Maybe I’m too broken to mend.
posted on March 23,0 notes
Stupid idea.

Stupid idea.