truthsbykk

— H.D., from Helen in Egypt

Separation, W. S. Merwin

[Text ID: “If I were a paint, I’d be a watercolor. / Indecisive and hard to control, / no one wants to handle watercolors / unless they are brave, patient, or mad.”]

Anthem, Leonard Cohen

“She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.”

i’ve lost myself ... again // from my journal

Poems & Words

what causes these deep, dark nights of the soul, and has mine forgotten how to go back to the light?

do you ever feel like me

depression. it’s canceled plans and late nights and loneliness and fear. it’s guilt, so much guilt. depression is dirty hair and unbrushed teeth; apologies, tears, lies, solitude. it’s all your hopes and dreams and plans and desires that exist only in your head. it’s calls into work, disappointing others, and unfinished to do lists. its not eating enough or eating too much. depression is living while miserable and making your loved ones lives a little bit harder by existing, but not as hard as it would be for them if you were to end it. it’s trying to survive. it’s wanting to thrive, while desperately wanting to die.

depression. it’s canceled plans and late nights and loneliness and fear. it’s guilt, so much guilt. depression is dirty hair and unbrushed teeth; apologies, tears, lies, solitude. it’s all your hopes and dreams and plans and desires that exist only in your head. it’s calls into work, disappointing others, and unfinished to do lists. its not eating enough or eating too much. depression is living while miserable and making your loved ones lives a little bit harder by existing, but not as hard as it would be for them if you were to end it. it’s trying to survive. it’s wanting to thrive, while desperately wanting to die.

— twenty one pilots / Truce (via bnmxfld)