Liza takes a Tumbl

“She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.”

Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, “Never real and always true,” and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know that it is absolutely true.

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”

I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.

I’m too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.