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Just use your coping skills, it's not that hard
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Depression is like being stuck between wanting to save yourself and wanting to end yourself.
-any
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Just cause i hide it well, doesn't mean it never rips me apart.
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"All it takes is a beautiful fake smile to hide an injured soul and they will never notice how broken you really are."
-Robin Williams
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“Lately, I've noticed everybody looks ok until you eventually have a deep conversation with them. And then, you'll realize that, this is a sad generation of people struggling to survive through smiling faces and pretty pictures.”
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In real life, endings come on so suddenly, without a warning, without making any sense. One moment you are in the middle of something and the next it's all a very long time ago and you're a different person and none of it is ever coming back.
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i'm so ashamed that i didn't run. didn't scream. didn't tell anyone for two years. i'm ashamed i met him. ashamed at the ice that ran through my veins the second he got rough. the sudden fear that froze me to the couch. the fear that yelling and waking up his family would have just made it worse.
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I'm not a violent person, quite the opposite. I struggle to even argue with people, let alone hurt them. the rare times that I've accidentally hurt people, it makes my stomach twist. it's not in my nature, I'm repulsed by it.
that being said, there's a short, short list of people in this world I would hurt without hesitation. I would kill them if I had the chance, and I wouldn't feel bad about it. because I know the hurt they've caused far outweighs anything my hands could ever make. I know they deserve it. this may be the only thing I'm sure about.
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I cover myself in tattoos so I'm not the the same as when you touched me.
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I miss being a little girl, skipping and running around the park. I was so free before it happened.
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TW: SA
So my best friend doesn’t know I was SA. And when we were talking I brought up a feeling I get sometimes which I thought all women got. It’s feeling exposed/wanting to cover up/feeling violated, sometimes without a trigger and other times the trigger will be being far from home or wearing something more revealing. And it hasn’t happened in a long time but it was relevant to our conversation so I asked if she knew what I was talking about and she. Did not.
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If someone struggles with their trauma, please do not tell them it made them stronger.
They made themselves stronger, not their trauma.
And are they really stronger, or do they have trust issues? Do they have a hard time letting anyone close to them again?
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I feel tired. I feel so tired. Don't matter how much time I sleep, how much time I pass doing nothing, I still tired.
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