"Your room is not your prison. You are."
- Sylvia Plath,
6 July 1953, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sometimes tumblr reminds me of the beautiful things in life ive lost or never found
"I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you."
- Charles Sheehan-Miles, Just Remember to Breathe
"In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."
"I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you. All the time. No one else."
- Adèle, Blue is the Warmest Color
The only love I want in this world is yours and if I can’t have it, I want another world.
Depression turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives and without the verbs. You don’t remember where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions (under the sink with your emotions). You become: bed, shower, socks, coffee, keys, obligations.
"I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything."