cherryloverz

I don’t think anyone is ever ready, but when someone makes you feel alive again it’s kind of worth the risk.

You’re always going to be young in someone’s eyes and old in someone else’s, talented to one and terrible to the next. The worlds never going to agree on a definition of what you are so you might as well ignore that shit and be whatever the fuck you wanna be for yourself.

I feel like women with depression are still expected to be polite and pretend to be happy in order to keep others happy, while men with depression get to be openly miserable and even rude and their depression can be an excuse for whatever bad behaviour they engage in.

hate when i go out in public and the public is there

relationships with ur parents are so weird, arent they? like... i hate you for what you did, i love you because you bring me soup when im sick. i want to get away from you. i feel safe with you. i want to run away from you. i want your hugs. i wish you understood me. i wish i understood you.