“I didn’t want to admit that I wasn’t getting better so I kept my sleeves pulled down and hid behind a smile.”
— (112/365) by (KJ)

I don’t even procrastinate anymore I just straight up neglect 100% of my responsibilities
religiousmom

“My sadness was never beautiful, it was swallowing 36 pills and laughing like I was fine.”
— (via fiftyshadesofselfdestruction)

I carved my words into my skin so I didn’t waste oxygen.”
— I, Mona (via broken-from-memories)

“But that’s the thing about hurting yourself— once you start, it’s so hard to stop”
— (via iwannaflyawaywithyou)

“Voices are not as easy to destroy as your skin”
— 10 word story (via cut-and-puff)

You don’t control your illness, your illness controls you
(via suicidalghosts)

Fuck fuck fuck fuck it’s so cold holy shit what the fuck is this shit fuck fuck fuck fuck
me when i walk outside for 3 seconds (via purr—plexed)

constantly having to deliberately downplay your mental illness but also constantly worrying that you’re making it up for attention, somehow

the number of people who relate to this troubles me and imo demonstrates exactly who suffers when you fearmonger about Fakers

(via i-dont-wanna-be-heree)

Kurt Cobain didn’t die to become a cute tank top at Urban Outfitters
(via -sydniqua)

I wonder how much vodka it would take to fill the hole where my self esteem used to be
(via Boldburies)

Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, ‘I know this feeling. I was here before.’
Don DeLillo

Smoking kills but so does being alive.
by a.b.

I don’t even procrastinate anymore I just straight up neglect 100% of my responsibilities

*casually fucks up every good thing that happens to me*

Recovery is terrifying when you don’t know who you are without your sadness.
by (DS)

Everyone is a mess, some just pretend they can clean it up more than others.
Boot Camp, wattpad