Brutal Simplicity.

Or perhaps is is that time doesn’t heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.

— Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us (via nisha-ology)

(Source: wearetheweavers)

djaaalz:

this is so deep, my god.

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I have no plan.

If I can fool myself; aint a thing to fool any of you.

No one believes me when I say I do nothing.

If i’m not out.. out being school, work, or a club at school.. i’ll do.nothing. I can smile and laugh and make you do the same but how the hell does that make me happy? I’ve shown you what you want to see, and shown myself what i’d like to be. I really know I’m not shit but a piece of it. But I can persuade myself to think I’m something more.

I hide everything.

I put up a front and even when I “let you in” I never let you all the way in, because I always know you’ll end up leaving me. You all will. Every good thing comes to an end; so why bother creating something good just for it to diminish into nothing? A nothing that I had never hoped it would be, never dreamed it would be. Letting down my guard has NEVER happened. No matter how well you think you know me, you never really will. If that makes me shady, then leave.. Just like I knew you would. Fuck a question, fuck a friend, fuck every fuck this damned world has showed me.

I’ve never believed in myself because you’ve never told me you believed in me.

Introspection ~ Mariana Palova © 2011