My mind is a dark place.
My heart, even darker.


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I’m starting to realize what it’s like to have your heartbroken, it’s not being cheated on. It’s not watching someone you love with someone else. It’s holding on to the love you shared with that person. The love that you, yourself only have at this point. Slowly dragging it out & ignoring the truth because you still want to believe there’s still hope… even when there is none. Watching that person get farther and farther away, whilst you hold onto them slowly loosing your grip to them. At the end of each day, you’re torn, bruised & broken.. but you wake up the next morning and do it all again because the pain subsided from yesterday. And you end up watching yourself doing it all over again, without even thinking about it. You loose control of your emotions & it’s like you’re on autopilot. You do what you know. Each day, you never realize the more & more damage it does. Until there comes the day where you see how bruised, battered & torn you are. But yet again, you repeat the process. That’s heartbreak. It never ends, because you never let go. Even when there’s the world against you.. with no one else in your corner. As you see the one person you thought you had in the corner, remove themself from your life. You’re in love with the memories, the person they were.. the false hope you give yourself that it’ll be different, each & every day. It’s like you’re in an endless loop, it’s literally loosing your mental, emotional & physical stability.


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sharramoon:

slurpingiceamericano:

theburiedlife:

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.


The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

This just changed me

I can’t stress the love I have for this little guy.

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