Teenage Runaway




They say depression and intelligence go hand in hand, well this is Einstein and his therapist. 

this breaks my heart

i reblog this every time because i think its an honest reminder of just how human everyone is plus he looks damn adorable

yes sadness is adorable

"It’s horrible when your heart is somewhere your body is not."Joe Lunn (via c-oquetry)

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My mind moves faster than my fingers can type and my thoughts
form faster than the words can escape my mouth. People ask

me why I can’t drink coffee and I can’t explain to them that I
really have no need for it. I stutter on my thoughts and see

people’s sympathetic looks when they try to understand me.
Some days my day starts at 1 a.m. and other days, my day

doesn’t even start at all because I can’t leave my bed.
People tell me they’re there for me if I need to talk,

but I want them to understand that I don’t really
have much to talk about. It’s just this switch

in my mind that’s constantly flipping between hypomania
and depression without any explanation and some days

it gets stuck in the middle. People think it’s a superpower
because sometimes I can get so much done, but would

you call it a superpower if you knew that sometimes
I drink a whole bottle of wine with my medication just

to go to sleep? That I’m so bad at sleeping some nights that
when I overdose, I’m not trying to die, just trying to

find an easy solution because I’m so sleep deprived.
I’m so moody and I can’t do anything about it but broadcast

hurricane warnings the day you meet me then apologize for the
destruction I’ve caused after I force you out of your home.

Some days my mind constructs an infinite number of possibilities
for the future, but then I get to a point where I realize I have no

energy to make any of it happen. People ask me how I can keep
up with writing a poem a day, but sometimes I write three poems

a day and most days they don’t make sense. My mind is constantly
narrating the story of my life and if I could hook up my brain

to a keyboard, I think I’d be set for life. Everything is a metaphor
and I can’t stop seeing poetry everywhere. My fingertips

get nervous and excited. They are crackling with electricity.
Some days my imagination can’t stop creating things that

don’t make any sense to other people.

8:30 a.m. (I’m trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse)

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Seahaven // Winter Forever


Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."

why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury