It scares me sometimes, the emptiness I see in my eyes.
If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore.
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
If your eyes could speak, what would they say?
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin; hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless.
I am so sick of being sick of who I am.
She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.
― Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook
Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.
Another fab night spent at A&E