"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
it’s never a whisper, it’s always a scream
the promise we made to kill the time between
they live in the heartbeat and sleep till the light is gone
IT’S BEEN SO LONG
feels like pins and needles in my heart
I can feel it tearing me apart
I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations."V.C Andrews, Flowers in the Attic (via owls-love-tea)