Sweeping up shattered shards of who I once was and 
mopping up the pieces that disintegrated into empty promises and I scrub the old memories of who he was off of my skin -
everyday I am sweeping and mopping and scrubbing.
 And here I am alone and unable to trust my own judgement and unable to trust my own heart and unable to trust anyone else.


amanda helm.

(via amandaspoetry)
It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
― William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2 (via mourningmelody)


Moving from a depressive phase to a psychotic phase is like thinking you’re being dragged into a manhole full of starving yet surprisingly agile alligators and instead it’s filled with cotton candy that has teeth but no ability to bite.


sometimes I am wading deeper into the water and sometimes I am drowning. everything is too much and I wish I could just learn how to float

She seems at once destructive and helpless.
― Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 2: 1934-1939 (via adderalldust)
Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
― sad facts that come along with existing (via cosmicwording)