"I mistook the anxiety attacks you gave me for butterflies in my stomach."
Is this love? (via zenxitram)
Over and over, it was me. Always.
Anxiety
The worst thing about it is that it just hits you
There’s no warning it just happensYou wanna cry
But you also want to hit somethingYou feel nausea
But you also need to just go for a walkYou feel so alone
And your annoyed by everythingYou feel everything
Yet your so empty insideYou just want to be better
And you were better
You will be betterIt just might take a little longer then you think
But know thisYou aren’t alone
You never will beYou have people
People you didn’t even know you hadYou just have to take some deep breaths
You have to take it one day at a time
One hour at a time
One minute at a time
One second at a timeBecause every time you take a breath
You are in controlYou are winning
― 1001 Grams (2014)
Marie: It feels like… Everything around me is breaking.
Amnesia.
"
When you hurt me, it wasn’t immediate. It wasn’t a bang. It wasn’t fast like a lightning.
It was slow. The pain is slow like a torture. It was long and horrible. It was cutting deeper and deeper as it goes. And hours became thousand times slower than before. It was more like a despair.
Can you imagine how you damaged me?
"
"i’m never going to hear your voice
ever again
and the silence is so fucking loud."
ever again
and the silence is so fucking loud."
i’d like it better if you were screaming at me (via irlhurricane)
September 16, 2015
