The boundary between sadness and exhaustion. The very fine line which sits on both edges, pulling at the elusive corners of your minds, digging up memories which you thought you’ve buried long ago with your heart. Nostalgia manipulates you. Only in this time frame can you feel like this. The somberness, the pain, the memories. And you want it to end, but at the same time you reminisce on that bittersweet taste of agony you felt before. It hurts. But it feels so good.
reblogging again because it’s absolutely incredible
important as fuck
can i put this on my refrigerator
Still loving this as someone who takes insulin as a type one diabetic and someone dealing with mental illness