Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.
Unknown (via noirdunuit)

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You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
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You’ve got to use it, the pain. Use it as fuel to move past the torment, to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Thomas E. Sniegoski, Aerie and Reckoning  (via cheesedragon)

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wailtothethief:

Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
~ Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via conflictingheart)

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