Be A Voice, Not An Echo

a word of advice: open your windows. wash your sheets. exfoliate your legs. read a paperback. make your bed. moisturize every inch of your body. go to sleep with soft skin and sheets that smell like the wind and a mind full of words worth dreaming about

“i don’t wanna die, i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all” remains the rawest fucking lyric in the history of music thanks freddie

Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

reading it and writing it. saved my life over and over. 

I have killed myself in my mind a thousand times.

I just want to take a moment to point out that Daryl is clearly crying, or has just been crying, in that snippet where he’s hugging Carol and Judith and I cannot wait to see this hug live on my tv so I can hopefully bask in the comfort they are giving each other FINALLY.  Fucking finally.

Hey not to be over dramatic but the Caryl scene restored my life, cleared my skin, watered my crops and paid my rent thanks

I was half & now I’m whole!🤗