12 fevereiro 2016

The 27 Club

"sometimes it felt like I was trying to contain a thunderstorm inside of me—I had flashes of anger that burned my stomach, I often wanted to cry so hard I couldn’t breathe, and the world around me was tinged gray like I was living inside a dark cloud."

"Even though they died young, they had managed to leave behind an incredible legacy, and that was inspiring."

"sometimes it felt like I would never escape the tumult of emotion inside of me, so I might as well embrace it and use it to make stuff, and then when I didn’t feel like I could cope with it anymore I could just let my illness consume me."

I wish they’d never gone and joined that stupid club. ♦

Stephanie Kuehnert, para Rookiemag

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