I’m the hero of this story. I don’t need to be saved.

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore


Hannah Nicole (via villere)

(Source: capellinis, via gravity-gravity)

post-punker:

Ian Curtis, from Joy Division, 1979, by Kevin Cummins
post-punker:

Stephen Morris of New Order, Auckland, New Zealand, December 1982, by Jonathan Ganley

via
I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.
Christopher Poindexter (via mancuspian)

I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
mystery. She carried things
deep inside her that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others.

She was the ocean
and i was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to
swim.


Christopher Poindexter (via mancuspian)
Piedad Bonnett
azulaureo:

Igor Barreto, Venezolano nacido en 1952. Tomado de: “El libro del amor. Poesía universal”
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
Sylvia Plath
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