you were my cup of tea, now i drink coffee

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

You are a real thing in a world held together by thumbtacks and plastic people. You will struggle to be heard with your genuine birdsong voice amongst the drone of machines. This is why you need to learn to amplify yourself, my love. The world needs more like you and it desperately needs your tragic, beautiful, authentically human voice.

My face is mine, my hands are mine, my mouth is mine, but I’m not. I’m yours.

And there was nothing poetic about wanting to kill myself and writing so many suicide notes in my head explaining how sorry I was for the things I did not become. There was nothing poetic and beautiful about crying myself to sleep every night for the past 5 years hoping someone would care enough to save me. No one saved me. No one was going to save me because there is nothing poetic about thinking you can’t be saved. There is nothing poetic about staring at a blank wall for an entire day or smiling and laughing the next and having people think “oh she’s fine.” There was nothing poetic and beautiful about trying to take my own life. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about my mother having a panic attack every time I have a bad day and lock my door. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about me not taking my pills because I don’t know who I am without this sadness. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about having depression and wishing you were dead. There was nothing poetic and beautiful about my depression or anyone else’s depression nor will there ever be anything beautiful and poetic about it.