ich weiß keine bessere welt

worteschuetttlerin:

Salma Deera — Letters from Medea

hel7l7:

I try to fight it, but some days it is really hard

(via verlassmich)

disturbedlolita:

(via anxeious)

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Richey Edwards

worteschuetttlerin:

Jannis Ritsos — Gedichte

WENN ICH HINAUSSPRINGE, FALLE ICH IN MEINE ARME

luthienne:

Franz Wright, from God’s Silence; “East Boston, 1996”

[Text ID: Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.]

(via flowergrave)

tear-dropp:

i actually talk a lot when i feel like someone is really listening to me

(via kaschiert)

titsay:

no one picked him (cont.)

perfeqt:

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton