Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via blessed-coast)

When will I stop belonging
to this hungry thing inside me?



What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
with teeth.


Clementine von Radics (via itsserenwrap)
I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken. I’m ok if that makes me less loved. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong.

Clementine von Radics  (via mirroir)
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.

— A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four.  (via erfisperf)