(Source: ginaschloebcke)

"Maturing is realizing how many things don’t require your comment."

— Rachel Wolchin (via insanity-and-vanity)

(Source: fellinlovewithmelancholy, via sweet-avenue)

Normality?

I’m befuddled by the fact that I honestly can’t remember what it’s like to have a normal day.

Wake up to a normal atmosphere. Hearing normal sounds. Breathing at a normal pace. Lay eyes on normal scenery. Thinking normal thoughts. Deciding on normal decisions. Eating normal food. Looking forward to normal things. Not looking forward to other normal things.

Why is everything so intensified inside of me? I want it to stop. I want to be able to live freely in my own bubble.

I can’t remember not having to struggle just to get myself through a day.

(Source: soundonsight)

"I have my freedom, but I don’t have much time"

— The Rolling Stones

Edge

Right around the corner, I can feel that I’m reaching the edge. I feel less balance, I feel colder than usual. Though, I’m calm. I know there is an impending doom that awaits me but I have thoroughly accepted that there is no reason to panic.

What I usually take head on, passes through me like a wave. Insensitivity. Hostility. Animosity. Anger. Fear. Depression. 

I’m an honest chap and honestly, I’m too tired to fight the pain. 
Life is a paradox. I’m here to embrace. It hurts, but it hurts less when you’re not trying as much. Sad truth. 

"Ignorance is a bliss that I do not get to enjoy."
"The only difference between medicine and poison is the dose. The only difference between a doctor and a killer is intent."
I could relate to Edward.

From my own memory.
He did not choose his fate. He was made that way. He lost his only connection to the world, he knew nothing of what to do or say as he was not taught. Hoarded away in a castle on his own, he admired the world from afar. Though his purpose was isolation, he ventured into a territory uncommon. The more he tried to give, the more he hurt everyone and everything. 

I can’t quite remember how it ends.

I could relate to Edward.

From my own memory.
He did not choose his fate. He was made that way. He lost his only connection to the world, he knew nothing of what to do or say as he was not taught. Hoarded away in a castle on his own, he admired the world from afar. Though his purpose was isolation, he ventured into a territory uncommon. The more he tried to give, the more he hurt everyone and everything.

I can’t quite remember how it ends.

borborygmus123:

feeling horrible. feeling alone. not lonely, but alone. normally ppl will feel the other way round i suppose, like.. not alone but lonely. but i know blessed as i am, i’ll always have supports, and yet i feel like im in this whole thing, this journey, this life, all by myself. and i feel, for the…