The Wallflower Diary

Blog of a Wallflower

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10:13 AM"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

— Unknown (via noirdunuit)

(Source: earthtojea, via fernweh-forever)

4:55 AM

I’m not sure, why, I apologize for the pain of someone else. My heart just feels heavy.

4:23 AM

I’ve been swamped with work, but there’s nothing like instant gratification from stress.

4:21 AM"There’s something about you, something so wonderfully wicked and terribly sexy. The very mention of your name arouses me."

— Michael Faudet  (via discolor3d)

(via discolor3d)

4:13 AM

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2:52 AM
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2:21 AM

I yearn for a friend that will be okay with my sadness. I am drained from people trying to force happiness out of me.

4:56 AM

Is it possible to not need anyone, but feel compelled to protect and love those who need me?
I get asked, “don’t you have bestfriends?” but I always respond with, “only in title,” and they never understand..

4:35 AM"You are not your Facebook friends or the likes you receive on photos that you post. You are not cultured because you drink tea or read popular books. You are cultured by the way you think, the way you view art and the way you treat waiters at cafes. You are your troubles and successes and your bad hair days. You are the clarity you feel when you understand someone’s struggles. You are the distance between you and the crying eyes in front of you; the ones you wish to comfort. You are not your weight, the distance between your thighs or your longing to be perfect. You are your favourite food, your biggest dreams. You are real."

— doobiethighs.tumblr.com (via doobiethighs)

(via baonza)

9:50 PM

writingsforwinter:

I mourn you like the loss of this poem after it is finished.

When the subway came in, puddles darkening on my jacket

as they squelched beneath my rainboots, a man sitting near me

asked why I still loved you- I said you are the only thing

that has been with me my whole…