serial222killer:

aidashakur:

literally

nyc40z:

1anonyymous1:

i’m not a quitter, but sometimes the game isn’t worth playing anymore.

THIS

javarisx-fightingthosedemons:

feral-ballad:

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[Text ID: “I never fought back, I learned how to cry silently, I bore my sins.”]

starlightacademia:

“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it’s happening.”

lovingsylvia:

”Your absence is inconspicuous; 
Nobody can tell what I lack.”

–Sylvia Plath, from “Parliament Hill Fields”, 11 February 1961, in Crossing the Water, 1971

weltenwellen:

Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies

1anonyymous1:

some people don’t even deserve a place in your memories

karennnnn:

what-iz-life:

Maturing is accepting you won’t always get all the answers or apologies for the shit that hurt your heart…but you heal anyway.

sirenletters:

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself.”

- Franz Kafka