Just South Of Knowing Why

I act differently from everyone else. I always have done so. Up until I was about 15, I practically lived inside my own head, spinning an elaborate fantasy life, where I reigned. I had power, intelligence, confidence, and the ability to touch people in this world. I shined, and people loved me. I overcame the dark, and showed the people how I was beautiful inside. But like all stories, this fantasy life had to end. So now I find other outlets for my imagination. I see beauty in insignificant things. I create clothing. I teach myself guitar. I do graphics design. And I write. Poems. Short Stories. Descriptions. Or about my emotions. And whilst I pour my soul out into a creation, I feel completely free. I am floating.

(Source: cutting-to-live)

‘I’m fine’ is the biggest lie I ever told that everyone believed.

(Source: ajlittlegirllost)

I am supposed to be as big as they want. I am supposed to repeat my affirmations like incantations to drive the nasty voices out of my head. I am supposed to commit to recovery like a nun pledging body and soul in a convent.

they are morons.

(Source: coeur-fragile, via satansinsanity)

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(Source: l-o-n-e-l-i-n-e-ss, via bloodcutsandpixiedust)

bloodcutsandpixiedust: This movie. <3

bloodcutsandpixiedust:

This movie. <3

I only wanted to be strong, to be brave, but it’s driven everyone away.