A Sick Mind
Is Everything Real
Symptoms
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

Marguerite Duras (via melisica)
Instagram?

Hey everyone, i decided to make an instagram too, idk if ill post more there or anything but, ehn maybe. Depending on how i feel.

Follow me if you want.

Instagram: is_everything_real 

bpdlils:

sorry i isolated myself for a month i was having a depressive episode and it’ll definitely happen again

I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.

Wizard of Oz. Dir. Victor Fleming
(via wordsnquotes)
Nightly Babbles (Night Talks)

We talked again tonight, silly conversations like we used to. But then the past came up again, a past that hurt me so. 

You apologized again, saying you would change everything if you could only go back. You’ve been saying that for the last three nights…

If I had to be honest, I tried to get over you, I tried to hate you… But I can’t…. I can’t hate you.

There’s so much I want to ask, and so much I want to say… But I’m so scared, I’m terrified.

I just know…. You’re my soulmate, you’re my only one. My other half. I love you so much it hurts. The painful feeling of my heart wanting to jump from my chest. The loud thuds causing a ring in my ears.

What I would do for just one day with you. To hold your hand, to walk together, to cuddle, to watch a show or a movie, and listen to music like we used to. 

To sit and talk about everything and nothing, and just be in each others company, holding one another in silence as we drifted to sleep.

But, I’m so terrified of ruining what we have now. I have so many questions, and I’m so curious to know… Do you feel it too? 

Are you suffering as much as I have been? Do you still love me as much as I love you? Have you searched for me in others as I searched for you?

I tried to find you in someone else, but it’s just not the same.

All the placebo happiness, all the fake smiles, all the substitutes to you. 

I wish I fought harder, I wish I had done more, I wish I had you still.

These night talks we have, bring so much back, and I remember… I remember the times of when i was the happiest. 

I haven’t found that happiness anywhere else. No matter how hard I looked, no matter how hard I tried… It wasn’t you.

It… Wasn’t you..

lohrien:

Illustrations by Miho Hirano

I don’t think all writers are sad. I think it’s the other way around —– all sad people write.

Lang Leav, Sad Girls (via wordsnquotes)

khiara001:

(Don’ t Fear) The Reaper

All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
The Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
Oh, We can be like they are

Come on baby…
Don’t fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand…
Don’t fear the Reaper
We’ll be able to fly…
Don’t fear the Reaper
Baby I’m your man…

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity…
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday… Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday… Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 come everyday…We can be like they are

Come on baby…
Don’t fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand…
Don’t fear the Reaper
We’ll be able to fly…
Don’t fear the Reaper
Baby I’m your man…

Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear we couldn’t go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
Candles blew and then disappeared
Curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don’t be afraid

Come on baby… and we had no fear
And we ran to him… Then we started
to fly
we looked backward and said goodbye
We had become like they are
We had taken his hand
We had become like they are

Come on baby…don’t fear the reaper
Dont fear the reaper(x6)
We have become like they are
Like Romeo and Juliet

✨⭐️❤️⭐️✨

scribe4haxan:

Whisper (2015 - Oil on masonite) - Dariusz Zawadzki / 22zddr

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