"No, the blues are because you’re getting fat and it’s been raining too long; you’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? …Well, when I get it, the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then - then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!" #hollygolightly #breakfastattiffanys #themeanreds #verydrunkindeed #audreyhepburn #trumancapote #firsttimer 💍 (at Tiffany & Co.)

"No, the blues are because you’re getting fat and it’s been raining too long; you’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? …Well, when I get it, the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then - then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!" #hollygolightly #breakfastattiffanys #themeanreds #verydrunkindeed #audreyhepburn #trumancapote #firsttimer 💍 (at Tiffany & Co.)

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"How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.

Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.

"
- Unknown (via zubat)

How is this writer “unknown”?

(Source: five--a--day, via oheyitsmonica)

"It was as if she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim until there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes."
- (via imforeverjustyours)

(via poetfire)

Saying Hello to an Old Friend…

I am depressed.

This is depression.

Hello, old friend. 
I acknowledge the day is beautiful, I can see it and feel it. And there’s something in my heart that longs to… enjoy it. 
There’s a nostalgia for my interpretation of it. I am nostalgic for that moment where I’m standing in the sun, listening to the birds and the breeze and I can feel my body a part of it. A part of the sun and breeze and birds. 

But here I stand. 
Disassociated. 

I can only feel shadows. 
Regardless of what I see, I am surrounded by a transparent darkness.
There is nothing inside of it. It is empty.
I know this. 
It’s a darkness, and in spite of it’s empty, it weighs heavy. 

A thick fog on the shoulders of a young girl. 

A thick fog like a blanket on the body of a fragile doll. 
That’s how it feels. 
I am jealous of the patio cushions in the sun
And yet my feet will not carry me to them.

They are cemented to the shadow. 

It’s a hole.
There’s the sunlight, and here is the mud.
And I have no energy to climb out.
I haven’t even the energy to clasp your hand as you reach for me.
In fact, I have only enough energy to waste on making fun of you in the sun. You standing there, glowing and warm. 
And all I can do is throw cold mud at you.

You disgust me. 
And I’m sorry.

borderline personality disorder bpd i am depressed depression happy people happy people suck maybe i should write dark passenger