I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.

I’m not.

I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.

it is almost an impossible task to extinguish the flames burning atop your tongue when you have something you so desperately need to say, but you know in your heart that it is not the right time to throw fire.

The underpaid overthinkers are just trying to compensate for the overpaid underthinkers.
LitGlob copyright 2014 (via litglob)

recoveryisbeautiful:

What Does Depersonalization/Derealization Feel Like?

I’m putting this video up separate from my masterpost as well because I really think everyone needs to watch this. Even if you’ve never suffered from this, Noah REALLY explains what it’s like in a simple way. He’s clear, concise, and really grasps what it’s like. This video is no bullshit, he’s honest and I’m just obsessed with it. He has a lot of other great videos as well so I suggest you guys check out his youtube channel because I think this man can really help a lot of people.

I just found this video on youtube tonight. oh. my. FUCKING. god. I am still in tears… not from sadness, necessarily, but because I have never, ever heard or seen anyone describe what I have been feeling so perfectly. his description of depersonalization brought me to sobbing tears in what I’ll call a “eureka” moment. I have never opened up about these feelings or experiences to anyone - not even a therapist - because I thought I’d be considered psychotic, or simply locked away somewhere. what this man has to say is incredible, inspiring, and comforting. I am definitely taking his advice, and hopefully it will lend a helping hand in the areas of anxiety and depression as well. bless him for making this post & bless anyone who is going through/recovering from this disorder.

life is way too beautiful to suffer through. we can do this shit. x

one more time, for october’s sake. ;)
one more time, for october’s sake. ;)
one more time, for october’s sake. ;)

one more time, for october’s sake. ;)

Medusa

introspectivepoet:

Those eyes
Those eyes
They could have killed me
No surprise
If I hadn’t looked away
Medusa
Medusa
You could have turned me to stone
Those blue eyes
Hypnotized
Paralyzed
Falling apart
Inside
They blessed me
Broke me
Melted my mind
Medusa
Medusa
Let me stare
Into your blue eyes
Destroy me
Devastate my life
I give in
Have at it
I can’t fight you
Anymore
Medusa
Medusa
Stare into my eyes
I beg of you
Please
Turn me into stone
Let me
Let you
Go.

Original Work: KH 10/20/14

ugly:

how are people turned off by tattoos they are so fucking hot

is it soul you need,
or just my insides you want?
don’t be so shallow.

I rise from my bed
a reanimated corpse,
bones visible,
stomach empty -
regurgitated butterflies
litter the floor
from the night before;
I was so nervous,
you were so perfect
the dark was so heavy,
and we were so weightless
the gravity of the previous
hours still commands the room;
the sun intruded way too soon
but I’m still floating nonetheless,
like a detached astronaut
still searching
for a star unclaimed

daily reminder: the past has passed.

one moment, please.. that's the last of it. descend further.