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I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum of my total pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can’t be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?
— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
Posted on July 26, 2012 (♥ 8)
+ Elizabeth Wurtzel + prozac nation + depression + wounded + broken + pain + eating disorder + recover + terminal + falling + saved + stuck + forever + fear + darkness + raw
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I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could only show fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.
— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
Posted on July 26, 2012 (♥ 205)
+ Elizabeth Wurtzel + prozac nation + mirror + shattered + broken + depression + useless + fragmented + cracks + beyond repair + eating disorder
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The pearls weren’t really white, they were warm oyster beige with little knots in between so even if they broke, you only lost one. I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Posted on July 25, 2012 (♥ 12)
+ life + depression + eating disorder + anxiety + falling apart + broke + broken + lost
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It is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken
— Steve Almond
Posted on July 23, 2012 (♥ 242)
+ broken + life + moments + nostalgia + steve almond + depression + anxiety + eating disorder + bulimia + anorexia.
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