I hate falling in love. You know why? When I fall for someone, it's like falling into a deep pit. A seemingly bottom, dark abyss. There, I'm given two solutions– One: to wait for that very person I fell for to rescue me, to love me, to throw me a lifeline and guide me safely … Continue reading Aversion to love
Recently a student in my chemistry class committed suicide. The teachers were all notified, and in every single class I attended that day, the same message was relayed to us. "We have sad news to bring you. Unfortunately, over the weekend a Year 12 student died suddenly. If you seek any support there are support … Continue reading Suicide: is it really taken seriously these days?
And sometimes I'll stop fighting against the pain. To let it engulf me, to let my soul burn from inside out, to let the tears flow and extinguish the flames is easier than walking from a battle knowing that the villain was myself. — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by @ceruleanwax | Instagram
To me, the hardest relationship isn’t with a fallen out lover or unrequited love. It’s the conflicting relationship between my heart and head. It’s the relationship with myself. *** Art by Cami Dobrin
So I've finally found the courage to discuss a really bizarre habit of mine that I tend to do from time to time. While I've been pondering on this for years, I've never actually gone to the trouble to find out why I do it, and it's only struck me today that I may have … Continue reading Strange habits
When I took flight with your gifted wings they only took me so far as the clouds and back. When I took flight with the wings I spent each and every day stitching, mending, repairing, pricking fingers, shedding tears, they took me to every place in the universe. — An anonymous escape from life *** … Continue reading Self-healing
Sometimes I wonder if I truly miss him, or simply the memories we created together.
The thing is, when I fell into that ocean of despair, I wanted to feel your godsent arms wrap around my torso and push me to the surface. The last thing I expected you to do was scatter my broken pieces across the ocean like ashes. You didn’t restore my serenity. My home was never … Continue reading My heaven cast me into the pits of hell
I wanted to be the girl with a perfect face of makeup. The girl who was comfortable in her own skin, donning the latest kicks and fingers adorned with rings. The girl who would go out with friends every so often, partying and drinking her troubles away. Instead, I was the girl whose mascara would … Continue reading Yet despite all this, you stayed
There are days where I self-loathe in my own skin and days where I admire my constellated arms, reminding myself that I am at one with the stars. — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by Kory Miller