dat-sick:

lost america (by superchumpanzie)

I’m feeling more depressed each day

more angry.

I hate to admit it

but

I think I may need to start looking for help again.

But I feel like I’ve failed.

Failed me.

Failed him.

I don’t wanna be put back on meds.

It’s almost been a year without them.

And I don’t want to start over

with someone new.

I’m lost

and I don’t know who I can turn to.

I’m weak.

Breaking down.

But I won’t let myself get back to that point.

The point of giving up.

I’ve got to much to live for now.

A reason to keep going.

I just want to be happy…

and I’m not sure I’ve ever known what that truly feels like.

I feel like hurting myself right now.

i don’t think i’ll ever find someone

dat-sick:

Cool Blue (by * Daniel *)

I don’t know how to tell my son it was all my fault…

questionableadvice:

~ A Little Pretty Pocket-Book: Intended for the Instruction and Amusement of Little Master Tommy, and Pretty Miss Polly, by Isaiah Thomas, 1787
via Library of Congress

“Jeer not at any Person whatsoever”

dat-sick:

If I had one wish (by Lukes Beard)

eggplanntt:

Balint Zsako

another gorgeous piece. IN LOVE.