Untouchable

meanwhilepoetry:

Hi dad, sorry, could you please come pick me up, everything is hell here and I don’t know how to stop the world from feeling like its ending, and each existential crisis seems to be lasting longer. You told me if I worked hard, everything would be okay, but dad I’ve worked so hard that my fingers bleed and I am burnt to ash, and I know you told me the best forests grow out of wildfire ashes but when will that happen and are you sure the fires won’t wreck the saplings again before they become trees?

Sorry to let you down, dad. I promise I am trying to be well again but what used to be my dreams are now sitting on a shelf gathering dust and the demons in my head have started to win more often because they know how tired I am. Is this what growing up was supposed to be? Is this what growing older was meant to be? Why didn’t you tell me this? Why did you lie to me?

Nikita Gill

(via untouchableteenage)

in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine:

thoughtkick:

“I wish they would take me as I am.”

— Vincent van Gogh

honeypleasejustkillme:

i seriously can’t

(via pinkcl0udsummer)

remanence-of-love:

(via remanence-of-love)

thoughtkick:

“You are your own person. Remember your beliefs. Remember your talents. Remember your skills. There are so many little things that add up together that make you, YOU. So always be true, and be you.”

— thepowerwithin

pehar:

(via succulent)

urbnite: