Relapsed

You’re still in my life, even if you don’t think you are. You’re in every show you told me about. You’re in every book you love. You’re in every song you sang. I won’t pretend I don’t miss you. I see you in everything that we once shared.

The most dangerous place I can be is in my head

I hate crying. It’s mentally exhausting and draining. I just want all of this sadness to stop.

So when do my posts start getting screenshot so I can become famous. How does that work.

me: i need to cope with my emotions my brain: let's listen to sad music and write heartbreaking poems and letters

the worst part of life is that we can’t figure out who’s good for us and who ain’t unless they show it by themselves, we never know whether we’re putting effort for the right ones. we are unaware of the consequences of blindly making them our crucial part and it’s weird

nothing would make me happier than laying down next to you every night telling you i love you, kissing you and falling asleep

You know what's thoughtful? Asking someone to finish their story when they get cut off in a group conversation. It's such little gestures that mean the most.

i want to lay innocently in someone’s arms and just rest. i’m tired

the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game.... silent but full of love and warmth

Women deserve to have male friends without worrying that they’re plotting to someday have sex with them

i love tumblr bc nothing matters here but pictures and inner thoughts

ill figure it out <- common utterance of a girl who is completely fucked

[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice