“If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you’re okay. Who watches out for you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don’t let them go. People like that are hard to find.”—Unknown (via felicefawn)
You’re never going to fucking understand. You’re never going to understand the feeling of your stomach crawling up your esophagus and attempting rip out of your mouth to run out of your body. Because anywhere is better than being in your body to where they’re going to send you.
The feeling of wanting to scream when casual talk about leaving your whole, fucking insignificant life behind is discussed in accordance with the local weather for tomorrow.
You’ll never understand what it’s like to be on the ass end of all the positive.
You’re never going to give me the correct support. Never. And neither will I.
I think I’m the only one scared. Scared to speak about it. Scared to think about it. Fearful of the invisible clock ticking silently, quickly in my ear.
you could give me a pack of hair ties and within a week i will have lost them. all of them. every single one. the same thing would happen with a pack of pencils. the same thing would happen with a pack of anything. tic tacs. stickers. wolves. anything
“People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.”—(via milkied)