You need to learn to let go of whatever it is that makes you think you’re not good enough. Because that’s how you’re going to beat this. When you learn that you matter.
If Tumblr could please quit putting my life on front street, that’d be great.
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again - and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)
THIS!!! Holy shit, this. This, this, THIS! Don’t get me wrong, I still kind of love Bukowski, but who wants to wander through their own dark bullshit forever?
“I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling.”
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.