this isn’t just a blog - this is my visual diary. it’s my heart & soul laid out for all to see. it’s me, completely.

mjalti:

life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.

compassionatereminders:

The thing is, if you never go anywhere and never talk to anyone and never reach out to new people and never text first because you have convinced yourself you’re unlovable, then your loneliness will become a self-fulfilling prophecy - and that’s NOT because you’re actually inherently unlovable…

weltenwellen:

“I am afraid. I am not solid but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

(via velvetrooftops)

lifeinpoetry:

When I go to the doctor, they hand me paperwork
with a chart to locate my pain. I can’t pinpoint it.
I “X” my whole body. My entire life.

— Glenis Redmond, from “I Stay Sick,” The Listening Skin