Usually, the things I love don’t feel the same way.
You can see the flowers in my hair, but not the devils in my brain.
She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.
Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
I want you and you are not here.
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
― A Mental Illness Happy Hour
listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one. (via fawun
Soon I’ll grow up, and I won’t even flinch at your name.
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.