The demons under my bed are still afraid of those inside my head.

—  anon (via wnq-writers)

(via bonnibell)


And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.

—  Michelle K. (It Has Been One Hell Of A Year)

(via about-a-broken-heart)


Someone asked me just now, “Does it get better?” and I wanted to share my response:

In a way, it gets easier. What once was such a fervent screaming in your head dies down into an echo, and I think the goal is that that fades away once you immerse yourself into your life again.

It doesn’t go away all of a sudden and I sometimes feel like I’m still so stuck, but time really does change things and you learn how to deal with the little bits of life you’ve avoided.

It reminds me of the quote by C.S. Lewis that says, “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back, everything is different…”

That’s how it was and still is for me. Now, the calories in a cough drop don’t cause me to go into a hysterical fit, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have break downs about how scary real life is.

It’s not that I have no worries now, it’s just that they’re different. They’re real life worries, but I think that shows growth. So, to answer your question yes, yes it does get better.

—   A.M   (via adrianaintheraw)

(via fyoured)




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