growing up i always thought that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be
That’s what depression is like: having a home without a roof. You have life, food, health ,family, love.. all the ingredients for a perfect existence. But something is missing. When the condensation builds up and the clouds become too heavy, that’s when you get rained on. And dear lord does it pour! And suddenly your home is flooded and none of it matters any more and you’re left there wondering why you’re the only one getting wet.
That’s the thing about the weather, though. You never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes it freezes and your home turns to ice and suddenly your cold and there are blizzards in your mind, then just as quickly spring shows up and thaws you out and flowers bloom in the dusty corners of your brain and your creaky unused joints. And suddenly, out of nowhere, a hurricane wipes your whole house out and you forget all about the rain because all you can see is rubble and broken glasses and the emptiness in your own eyes.- (via breadandwhine)
I’m so ducking mean and disgusting and I just want to not hurt everyone anymore