violentwavesofemotion:

“I go searching in the forest of my senses for the oracles of my soul.”

— Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from “Mixture,” wr. c. August 1920

wirginia-voolf:

- Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

wirginia-voolf:

“And the world goes by creaking at the joints.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

wirginia-voolf:

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June.

fourthell:

im starting to irritate myself with my poor mental health like damn can a bitch just keep it together for a minute

cathugging:

cathugging:

cathugging:

cathugging:

cathugging:

cathugging:

HERE HE COMES

HERE HE COMES

HERE HE COMES

HERE HE COMES

HERE HE COMES

HE HAS ARRIVED

vziii:

4-goose:

bpdmemes:

Remember when you had energy to do things? Those were some wild times

The craziest thing is when that energy comes back and you start doing things again and then one day you realize this is how normal people who aren’t mentally ill live their entire lives and then you’re just shook because you understand just how much of an impact mental health really has had on your quality of life

fuck

Tumblr you are a stupid bitch