jakemichaelz

[jakemichaelz]

“everything heals. your body heals. your heart heals. the mind heals. wounds heal. your soul repairs itself. your happiness is always going to come back. bad times don’t last.”

—

christiana rutkowski

gentle reminder

(via astound)

[jakemichaelz]

““Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.””

— Salvador Dalí (via salvadordali-art)

[jakemichaelz]

““We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.””

— - Kathy B. 

[jakemichaelz]

High-Functioning Anxiety Is More Complicated Than You Perceive

It may seem like common sense to others but anyone who suffers from high-functioning anxiety (HFA) is an incredibly obsessive and perfectionist being. They often rerun conversations in their head for hours, as well as developing highly dangerous obsessive behaviour. 

But what is most surprising is that from the outside, these people seem to look like they have their sh*t together. You would never know, they will not show your where their weakness lies.

Read the article.

[jakemichaelz]

“He knows exactly what he needs to do. and he knows it’s painful, but he knows it’s going to be worth it. And so he will end it. He will heal and restore himself again, for he knows something great’s ahead of him.”

— juanlucio

[jakemichaelz]

Idk whether I’ve lost or won.

I’ve decided not to fight anymore.

This too shall pass..... or will it?

It has consumed me insurpassably, restrained me to immobility, and constricted me immensely.

The only way to achieve the light seems to lay silently and wait.

Wait for it to take its course, do with me what it will, cast it’s shadows among my oxygen and soul deprived cavity of what’s left of a human temple.

It seems the only beauty left in life is one along side this internal rapture, this cultivated ideal of an earthly dimensioned hades that lives inside my chest, ever so gently wrapping its fingers around my head.

To walk along side my most resented enemy.

For I am exhausted, arms weak, eyes impaired and weapon dull,

All I can do now, is let it feed till it’s stomach is full, whisk away, and wait... until the next day it shall return.

A beauty in hell.

[jakemichaelz]

Anxiety is dark

There is no light to follow

No out

No hand reaching in to save you

There’s no escape

Anxiety constricts you like a snake,

And just before you pull the trigger to make it all go away,

It stops and laughs, then turns to remind you you’ll see him again tomorrow

[jakemichaelz]

Fucking is my canvas,

And I am the artist

[jakemichaelz]

Through all pain and destruction, something beautiful is born. You just have to be patient.

[jakemichaelz]

I don’t think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha   (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Socrates (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.

Douglas Coupland (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

One day your heart will take you to your Lover. One day your soul will carry you to the Beloved. Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.

Rumi  (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

You wonder about me. I wonder about you. Who are you? And what are you doing?

Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

prelapsarian

(pri læpˈsɛər i ən, adjective) characteristic of or pertaining to an innocent or carefree period of your life. (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

In this part of the story… I am the one who Dies.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXVI (via wordsnquotes)

[jakemichaelz]

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things (via wordsnquotes)