Sometimes I wish I was dead. I know all the things bout wishing this. That’s why I do not tell anyone. That’s why I let it fester inside me. Like a piece of myself dying as well. Sometimes I just want to close my eyes and let life be finished. When I close my eyes tho, nothing gets better. My eyes are just closed. I know death will feel a lot like this. I will just be gone. And things will be the same. People will just be mad at me. What should I do. Ignore this feeling? Stay alive?. I guess. What other option do I have. What is a life you don’t want to live? Is it a life at all?
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”—
Mark Twain
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“I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in betweens.”— Neil Gaiman
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“I don’t like being asked the same thing twice. I like people to understand at the first word. Some things can’t be explained.”— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”— Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
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“Words don’t come out when you’re hurt that deeply.”— Haruki Murakami
“I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.”—
Breagha Young
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Excerpt from “I Forgive You for Not Meeting Me on the Bridge” by Trista Mateer, in Honeybee
“Love others so radically they wonder why.”— Jefferson Bethke