Maybe I’ll pack all my things and I move there tomorrowStart a new life, take the train and change my nameI did it before and I would do it once againThey called me out, but they didn’t understand So, here’s to the lost dreamsHere’s to the wandering heartsHere’s to the meant to be’s, that didn’t … Continue reading Here's to the lost dreams
INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists We are INFPs, dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists. We are walking contradictions, hopeless romantics and limitless dreamers. We’re fighting a silent war with the world, that we admire so dearly, as we’re trying to find our way through the maze of life. Body, … Continue reading INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists
this song on repeat. my dress of the day before on the carpet. my eyes red from hopelessness. my fingernails uneven. my hair undone and falling out. my wrinkled nightgown. my damaged skin and bruised bones. my dreamcatchers defect. my polaroids fading. my unmade bed. the unfinished books on my nightstand. the cups of coffee … Continue reading i write when i'm sad
I’ve been through much heartbreak, but still I love as deep as the Pacific waters I’ve been let down by more people than I can count, but still those people can always count on me I’ve been told so many lies, but I still believe there’s a truth in them They showed me all their ugly … Continue reading Naivety
living with a rapid cycling bipolar disorder is… … waking up in the morning and feeling on top of the world, then a minuscule event happens, like a bad feedback on your work or a message you sent that is being ignored, and your world falls apart – all the happy feelings disappear and a … Continue reading What living with a (rapid cycling) bipolar disorder feels like…
life’s getting better. the sun started to shine again. the mornings are lighter & the nights a little less heavy. the nightmares are gone. my mind is clearer now. my hands stopped shaking & my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. my eyes aren’t burning anymore. my breath reminds me of being alive. i feel grateful. for … Continue reading life's getting better.
Sometimes I forget to be proud of myself. I’ve been so hard on myself ever since the day I was born. Always striving for perfection, feeling guilty when resting & feeling like I’ve never done enough, like I never tried hard enough. But God, how hard I tried, how hard I try, every day again. … Continue reading Proud