Delusional

the-book-diaries:

“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”

— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea

blossomfully:

“I wanted to believe that I deserved it. All of that pain. Otherwise I didn’t understand why I just accepted it. Thinking that I’d just accepted it for months was worse.”

Sue Zhao // “Let’s talk about abusive relationships”

blossomfully:

“How was I supposed to tell you what I was feeling?“ she said, “I didn’t want to ruin your day. “I am so many things but I won’t be the weight on your ankle, if I drown I won’t ask you to come with me.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #227  (via blossomfully)

It might just be me but.. Do you ever not want to go to bed to avoid that feeling when you wake up the next morning; you feel like everything is fine and then 10 seconds later everything thats wrong hits you all over again.

Do you ever reread your work and you suddenly can feel the emotions and state of mind you were in when you first wrote it?