Cassie Q

You, darling, were the sweetest illusion I ever had. #love #Purgatory

And it's strange They are basically the same So I don't ask names anymore #love #depression #Purgatory

With heaven around the corner, my stay on purgatory found new fears to dwell on. I think a major anxiety I feel around dating, and other people with disabilities probably can relate to it at some point in their lives, is the fear of disappointment about the fact that there's a lot I can't do, like dancing together or you know, bungee jumping. Some things I really don't mind not doing, but some items on that list are fun things I'd wanna do with someone I was into, if I was th

For all the gloom that would soon be here, moments of stillness stubbornly snuck in between, and the dangerous awe took over the scene. #love #Purgatory

I am waiting for something to go wrong I am waiting for familiar resolve I am waiting for another repeat Another diet fed by crippling defeat And I am waiting for that sense of relief I am waiting for you to flee the scene As if you held in your hand the smoking gun And on the floor laid the one you said you loved #love #depression #Purgatory

As soon as it started all I did was cry. I wouldn't let it show or affect my actions, but all I did was cry. Because although I didn't know exactly how it would end, I somehow knew it would do so in the most devastating way possible, over dramatic as that sounds. Growing into myself for these two decades, I learned that I could have many things, do all kinds of things, but the things I wanted the most were simply not allowed, and that's how it would always be, that was my own

Love has always been difficult for me, maybe even impossible. When I was younger I would sometimes imagine that there was someone for me out there, but that someone would have to be so different, so unlike any human I ever found, that my imagination couldn't even make up an outline, showing me instead just the dark blur of a nameless creature. I knew for sure that this creature existed, but was unsure if I'd ever come across it, and eventually I forgot all about this fantasy.

Inspired by “Spring” untitled. By brenda ovando i cannot control the winds upon my skin wiping the hot tears away smearing the muddy trails down...down an unknown place full and fertile, and faraway the water rises and overflows and it breaks me to almost understand it inside and yet, I cannot find her this space breaks me please take me into the place which wakes me the blooming overcomes this bittersweetness of hope #love

I drew this back in August, right at one of the lowest points of my life (so hard to choose the lowest!), and I was so deeply depressed that afterwards I went months without drawing not even a little, because I felt like I was too pathetic to be drawn about, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense but there you have it. So if you ever feel that way, know you are not alone, although knowing that doesn't really help now, does it? #love #selfloathing

October 5, 2016 I finally understood that nameless' name was Hope. #love #TheHopeSeries