madkiller:

Ho ho ho hold me cuz I’m falling apart

(via nervosum)

hungryhijabii:

Nobody tells you how much mental illness fucks with your perception of time. How you can’t place memories right. How you can’t distinguish if something happened a month ago or a year ago. How you lose entire chunks. Weeks, months of memories just get brushed away somewhere. What you do remember just ebbs and flows together. You’re never really in the moment so you can’t ever really hang onto it.

(Quelle: moonlittmusings, via bordeauxlips)

seaymph:

“I want to melt into you, to be so terribly close to you that my own self disappears.”

— Anaïs Nin to June Miller, c. February 1932  (via loveage-moondream)

(Quelle: dearestvita, via nervosum)