willsmiff:

kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

#i am also full of snacks and darkness

willsmiff:

kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

(Source: dalasverdugo)

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore


“I’m ready. Depression.”

“I’m ready. Depression.”

(Source: pooptologist)

unexpected bout of depression

well, not entirely unexpected, but still, quite sudden plunge into it.

i mostly just want to cry now, but i’m also really freaking tired and don’t know if i can muster the strength.

i need to go grocery shopping tomorrow… haven’t had enough food in the house in ages… 

I really wish this abdominal pain would go away… it’s too late for period pain and too early or ovulation pain. 

No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
fuckyeahfeminists:

gabifresh:

is it bad that i still relate to daria and I’m 27

^this.

fuckyeahfeminists:

gabifresh:

is it bad that i still relate to daria and I’m 27

^this.

(Source: tarst)

I feel numb and dumb, and unable to lay hands on any words.
one of my wisdom teeth is being death… my burned hand is awful… my tattoo is itchy hell… i have a nightmarish breakout forming on my forehead and i feel like shit. 
going to bed. very over today already.

one of my wisdom teeth is being death… my burned hand is awful… my tattoo is itchy hell… i have a nightmarish breakout forming on my forehead and i feel like shit. 

going to bed. very over today already.

I’ve had three of my housemates ask me if i’m okay this evening… so i figure i mustn’t be.