- Friend: Hey what's wrong? You seem quiet.
- Mind: I'm insecure, I'm slacking in my classes, All my "friends" are fake, I'm restless and tired and hopeless. I dread getting out of bed in the morning. I start crying out of the blue, I'm worthless, hopeless, and I can't take it anymore. No one seems to notice though.
- Me: *puts on a smile*Nothing, sorry just tired lately, no big deal.
The world needs fantasy, not reality. We have enough reality today.
Alexander McQueen (via jenslifeherway)I hate coming home in the afternoons. It’s awful. You sit in traffic sandwiched between two cars driven by soccer moms who, first of all can’t drive, and second of all get so close to the back of your car. You wait while the radio plays all the songs that you can’t stand to listen to, until finally the light turns green. But then, you get stuck in the middle of the intersection just as the light turns red. You endure the blasting horns, the bullshit, and the death glares from all the other drivers. And the sun keeps shining.
But you eventually get out of the intersections and get to your house. You walk in the door and are then greeted by the news of the second death in your family within two months. You get the news that you will never see him again, that he will never say that loved you or “hiya honey” or that he was proud of you. You haven’t seen him in two months, and now you never will again. And the sun keeps shining.
You barely had time to get over the last one-scratch that, you haven’t had any time to get it over it- and now you go through the same process over again. The grief, the pain, the anger, the feelings of abandonment. Except it’s doubled. And then you go back to the place that you hate. The place you have seen too many times. The place with all the bad memories. And the sun keeps shining.
You don’t even get to say goodbye before the door is closed on you, and your stuck facing the people you have seen too many times before that you can’t bear to look at anymore. And you wait. All afternoon, you put on the facade that your alright, because you don’t want to cry anymore. “Yeah, college visits are going well!”. “Yeah, my boyfriend gave those to me when he asked me to prom!”. But the people you want there the most aren’t there. They are gone. And that afternoon drags on and on and on and on. And you wait. Wait for it to end. Wait for it to get better. Wait for the sun to stop shining.
Friday Apr 4 @ 11:26pm
Tuesday Apr 4 @ 04:49am
When we were children, we used to think that when we grew up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability, to be alive is to be vulnerable.
Madeleine L’Engle (via lajoiedespetiteschoses)
Sunday Apr 4 @ 07:12pm
Friends. A simple word isn’t it? It’s uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren’t that, they’re the people that touch your hearts. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are.
Author Unknown (via 99lions)
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said” all I want to do is hold your hand .”
