I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey  (via fawun)

(Source: orsomethinglikethatreally)

I loved you
harder than I hated
and that’s how
I knew I was
in trouble.
― Y.Z  (via c-ovet)

(Source: rustyvoices)


rub my back and make my decisions for me


cause girls only say i hate you to the guys they love
― (via sammiekuuipo)

(Source: yonaomifosho)

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut.
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via pussology)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)

Just tell me how you fucking feel.
― (via scarred-covered-wrists)

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

― by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: capellinis)

do you ever want to punch yourself in the face for liking someone a lot

I’ve actually done it…

(Source: ectogasmic)

I have nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.
Jack Kerouac  (via sorceria)

(Source: fellinlovewithmelancholy)

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
― Becca Fitzpatrick (via fawun)

(Source: lastdaysofmagic)

i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while

(Source: hurtlamb)

I am an invisible girl who falls for boys that shine like stars
― an assesment of myself (via koreant)

(Source: 0ceany)