“A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.”

— Lisa Kleypas

“Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world.”

— Dalton Day

This honestly demonstrates a big part of my life. Except I had to do my own research and have to keep reminding myself.

a comic about trauma

I need to plaster this on every surface of my house tbh

I am really annoyed I am really hurt ughhhg.

There is someone singing outside and he's not stopping 😂😂

I just hate being ignored. I really really do.

I am slowly losing touch with reality.

Reblog if it's okay to start talking to you.

“It’s unfortunate and I really wish I wouldn’t have to say this, but I really like human beings who have suffered. They’re kinder.”

— Emma Thompson

“Your soul has fallen to bits and pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself.”

— Hermann Hesse

I feel really detached from life, myself, realty. I long for love, hugs, and kisses. I long for laughter and meaningful conversations. I long for the ability to feel.

“She wasn’t happy, but then she wasn’t unhappy. She wasn’t anything. But I don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.”

— John Steinbeck

“You’ve been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try accepting yourself and see what happens.”

— Louise Hay

I am just really awkward. I wanna make a friend and I happen to push them away. It's sooo annoying. At times I truly hate myself

I feel like I am not me. What is around me isn't it. The people in my life aren't them. It's driving me crazy. Like who am I? Am I truly alive? What proof do I have of that? What's happening?