I know the sadness in you is always there. I know that some days it’s more evident in others, but it’s always there. I know that you’re so petrified of loving someone, because you think they can’t handle the way your bones aches, or the individual marks you have carved into your body. I know you think that you’re going to go unloved for an eternity, all because some days you can’t drag yourself out of bed in the mornings. I know that there is no such thing as saving people, and I know that love isn’t a cure for depression by any means. But baby, depression has never met anyone like me, and baby, depression has never met a love like ours. I’ll love you on the days where your smile shines bright and you laugh at all of my dumb jokes, and I’ll love you on the days where even the thought of smiling seems like the most difficult of tasks. I’ll love every inch of your mind, and I’ll love every inch of your body, including the individual reminders that some days were worse than others, the reminders that you’ve grown to hate. I’ll love you with every fiber of my being, and with that I’ll love every fiber of yours. So please, don’t let the sadness push me away, because I promise to love you through all of it.
Only if you let me (via sad-disposition)
To get over one addiction, you have to become addicted to something else.
afraidof-reality (via unconcernedteenblogger)
It’s 3.47am and I miss you just like I did last week at 2.15 in the afternoon when I remembered the last time you told me you wanted me and you meant it. It’s 3.47am and I should be sleeping but all I can think about is how you used to smile when I told you you were beautiful and the way you held me tight and said you would never let me go but I guess things change and people move on and now you’re sleeping and I’m lying awake thinking about you.
I wish I was sleeping - 3.47am 06/05/14 (via jackieetran)
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices under water. They are distorted.
Jeanette Winterson (via fleurlungs)
Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour.
My favorite quote. (via sleepy-bat)
Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere