18th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Insanity? What insanity? with 11,842 notes

People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky  (via corvidae-and-crossroads)

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18th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Insanity? What insanity? with 495 notes

For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy…
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via liquidnight)

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18th April 2014

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So I stabbed myself last night. This shit needs to stop.

16th April 2014

Photo reblogged from SilentSelf-Slaughter with 71 notes

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16th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Insanity? What insanity? with 3,964 notes

I am
finally
starting to understand
that I will
never
escape myself.
Michelle K., Two Handfuls of Time. (via michellekpoems)

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16th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Insanity? What insanity? with 628 notes

You never know how sick you are until you try to recover.

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15th April 2014

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Find a beautiful wish and breath reality into it. Find a beautiful reality and breath a wish into it. Find a beautiful lie and breath truth into it. Find a beautiful truth and let it be.

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15th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Insanity? What insanity? with 157 notes

It is impossible to create without destroying: a certain previous condition must be destroyed in order to produce a new one. The most synthetic creation is inevitably also an act of destruction.
— Carl Gustav Jung (via hierarchical-aestheticism)

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14th April 2014

Photo reblogged from Five with 669 notes

2fab4yoou:

Maybe, just maybe… on We Heart It.

2fab4yoou:

Maybe, just maybe… on We Heart It.

14th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Purgatory with 406 notes

Being Borderline makes me feel lost. I forget who I am and how I used to be. I’m not sure if that ever was really me. I remember always having depression. I would get overly excited about things. Annoyed people. Then I felt disgusted with how I was. Hated myself. Then picked myself back up and did the cycle over again.
Moments where I am happy are the most intense feelings I’ve ever felt. When I’m alone and unmediated I have thoughts that seem philosophical.
I wonder about my soul and what made me so damn sick.
— (via murawr)