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It’s so fucking exhausting fighting your brain every day dude

Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.

forgive yourself. forgive yourself for all the versions you couldn't become. forgive yourself for the wrong things you said. forgive yourself for not knowing any better at certain point of your life. for fucking things up so much that the grief still haunts you. forgive yourself for the darker and shadowed parts of you. you have to learn to integrate all parts of you, even the ones you desperately want to disown. it'll be alright.

I don’t care about it at all (I have carried its weight around like a rock on my chest since the very day it happened)

I have never been as anxious about my life or my future as i am right now, i really don’t know what the fuck i’m going to do and it’s fucking killing me 

how to express emotions infront of people without feeling terribly ashamed of yourself tutorial

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Andonis Anemoyannis, 1902