Tumgik
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
7K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Quote
When she didn’t get out of her bed for days, instead of calling it depression, you called her lazy. When she was high as the sky one day, jumping off of roofs for fun and lower than hell on other days wallowing in her misery, instead of calling it bipolar disorder, you called her hormonal. When she couldn’t talk to people on phone, or couldn’t hold eye contact even for a millisecond, with panic attacks in public places, instead of calling it anxiety, you called her shy and introvert. When she asked for help, a diagnosis, someone to talk to, instead of calling a doctor for an appointment, you called her an attention seeker. Soon depression was her best friend, always lulling her to sleep. Soon bipolar was the cool Aunt who couldn’t keep her thoughts under control. Soon anxiety was that second cousin who touched her every once in a while when no one was looking. Soon you called a doctor only for him to call her time of death.
@justscribbledwords
(via theprocast)
1K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
11K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Text
I thought I found a person that would perfectly fit with me. The one. The one who is as fucked up as me. The one who loves me for who I am with all my mistakes. I was ready to put all of me into this relationship. And now im sitting here lonely and sad as fuck because I got fooled another time. She was just playing with me. I never ever want to bring myself into a relationship because it always ends like this.
0 notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Text
I’m so tired of living. How can I keep going? I am so weak. I’m not strong. I’m weak.
147 notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
✨
42K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
9K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
533K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Quote
Selbstverletzungsnarben sind nicht einfach nur Narben. Es sind Gedanken, denen niemand zuhören wollte, Hilfeschreie, die niemand gehört hat, Probleme, die niemand wahrhaben wollte und Erinnerungen, die man nicht verarbeiten konnte.
(via zwischen-liebe-und-suizid)
10K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
52K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
I found this beautiful and pretty hard-hitting Welcome to Night Vale quote and really wanted to illustrate it. So, here it is, and here’s to everyone going through a rough patch atm <3
“Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.”- Episode 31.5, Condos.  
5K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
-Stay Strong-
Artist Uknown
312 notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Episode 37: One of my favorite quotes
11K notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
-Sad Queen-
178 notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
298 notes · View notes
blaubunt · 7 years
Photo
Tumblr media
723 notes · View notes