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Nothing.

I am doing my best to keep going. It does not come as often as it did and seldom hits me hard. But, right now, I can feel it from deep within my roots - penetrating through my lungs up to my heart, plunging my thoughts into nothing.

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Free me for the demons that haunt me at night.

my thoughts (via depressedanxietydeath)

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A poet loves someone not simply because that someone is poetry material. A poet loves someone because that someone makes them feel like poetry.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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I used to think emptiness was the absence of feeling; I was wrong. Emptiness is a feeling that doesn’t want to deal with other feelings because they’re too much.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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We don’t tell people how much they’ve hurt us because we’re afraid that we may lose them even though they’ve left.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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I can’t seem to deal with college. I want to drop out again because my social anxiety is going back. The first month was okay. Then out of the blue, my body goes stiff and my breath shortens like 2 years ago. I haven’t taken the exams yet. I’ve missed a lot. I just can’t get it out of my head that people are talking about the way I look or how I’m too old for school. I have this feeling that I might cry any second if someone talked to me. 

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The reason why you love someone is because of the little things. The softness in their voice. The kindness in their heart. The experience in their wounds. The magic that dances in their soul when you forget that you’re a reason for their fire.

Juansen Dizon, The Little Things (via juansendizon)

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Looking For Alaska by John Green

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by Giovanni Esposito

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I wasn’t kind, but I wasn’t unkind either. I wasn’t anything I guess. I wasn’t anything to anyone at all. I was nothing, a sort of non-being and I just wanted to fall asleep during the day. I let my face drown in the darkness of the pillow and tried to think that it was already night. I was in so much hopelessness. I literally couldn’t walk. I had this body that I needed to clean, feed and control but just thinking about those things made me feel very tired.

Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 25 (via juansendizon)

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Someday

One day will pass by without exchanging messages. Two, three and four more will go by like nothing happened. I wonder what will go through our minds, what will we feel as we are reminded of our unmeasurable distance.

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by ketnipz

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Embrace these individuals

They look like a superhero, walking on a path they’re paving. Taking steps with a certain confidence despite the unknown beyond the horizon. The way they do not stray from their steps and keep going forward. The way they look ahead, the world. They’ve empowered themselves with words - a message of how they want to live. They look like superheroes, unstoppable at the encounter of calamities and their struggles. They are the superheroes of their world and they’ve come through from their darkness, stronger with heavy thudding steps towards a life journey.