isabellagpoetry:

9710144:

onlinecounsellingcollege:

“Trauma is the unthinkable, the unbelievable, the unbearable, the unspeakable.” - Unknown

poemsonmars:

it’s not a lack of trust

that keeps me from

sharing my sadness with you;

it is an abundance of shame.

i’m sorry that i don’t message you

when i can’t sleep anymore.

i’m sorry that i ever did

in the first place.

you ask me how my night was

and i don’t tell you that

i spent the majority of it

coming to terms with

waking up the next morning.

i tell you that i slept fine.

i hope you know

i want to tell you the truth.

i hope you know

i try to tell you in other ways.

-mars

resqectable:

“Not everyone deserves to know the real you. Let them criticize who they think you are.”

— Unknown

theoptia:

Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.

derangedrhythms:

ALT

Natalie Haynes, from ‘Stone Blind’