The Price Of Psychological Dysfunction

vnished:

p1ants:

i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.

You need to realize that he treats you like you’re emotionless. He constantly kills you with his stupid actions then he says “Sorry baby, I love you” and you take him back because “sorry” is a word you’ve learned to swallow your whole entire life because you think that if you don’t swallow that word you’ll be lonelier than ever. Then you blame yourself and you say “no baby it’s my fault. I’m sorry” because you think you’re the gas that can provoke a big fire. You should say “sorry” to yourself because you’ve been burning yourself alive for the sake of keeping a destructive happiness.
Alexa Evangelista, badly worded wow (via vodkakilledtheteens)
controsensi:

Roman Opałka was a French-born Polish painter who painted numbers.
In 1965 he began painting a process of counting – from one to infinity. Starting in the top left-hand corner of the canvas and finishing in the bottom right-hand corner, the tiny numbers were painted in horizontal rows. As of July 2004, he had reached 5.5 million.

controsensi:

Roman Opałka was a French-born Polish painter who painted numbers.

In 1965 he began painting a process of counting – from one to infinity. Starting in the top left-hand corner of the canvas and finishing in the bottom right-hand corner, the tiny numbers were painted in horizontal rows. As of July 2004, he had reached 5.5 million.

thecompanionsdoctor:

thecompanionsdoctor:

The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them

The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry

Why do I feel this alone? Basically, because I’ve always been alone. I’ve always been alone. And alone I’ll be. It’s about time I become aware of it and never forget it.
Andrei Tarkovsky (via koreyan)
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