&&. low on self esteem

I don’t talk about my feelings so people have started to believe I don’t have any.

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows. But now the damned things have learned to swim.

You’re it, you’re my person

I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me–the real me. When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.

Sometimes I tell ‘em, I love ‘em because I just wanna fuck ‘em.

I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat.

My mother should’ve done something, My mother should’ve done something, My mother should have—

harleyqiuinn:

Isn’t that the greatest gift in the world—just not to care?