the power of imagination makes us infinite

sad-cold-bitch:

xxwere-all-mad-herexx:

suicideismybaby:

I haven’t felt like myself in a very long time.

depression-healthy-carrier:

I feel exhausted, tired, sad. It’s like I’m suffocating, like I couldn’t breathe, like the walls are caving in on me

Life.

teefatvegan:

Me: I have a chance of being happy, if not at least I can be content!

Mental illness: nah mayte

Me: oh go on, just once!

Mental illness: nope.

Me: But why?

Mental illness: because you are an awful, horrible person who doesn’t deserve to be happy, content or okay.

Me: oh yeah, I forgot.

devisoir:

me: wow things are looking up for me for once

me: time for some Self-Sabotage™

hellishbpd:

All I do nowadays is either self-destruct or self-sabotage or just numbly do nothing and let everything fester then explode. It fuckin sucks but I can’t stop it. I have no control over myself anymore. Shit just happens and I have to deal with the consequences

multa–paucis:

“Sometimes I think you should stop talking to me. Sometimes I think you should stop wasting your time and find someone else. I don’t know if I’m trying to push you away for your sake or my own.”

— i’ve grown into my loneliness, thank you very much

hellishbpd:

Don’t y'all hate it when your brain screams at you saying that you’re a terrible rotten person and that you don’t deserve anything good so you end up self sabotaging and destructing because you believe it. Big mood

minijournals:

you can do everything right and still feel sad at night