I tomrummet finner man svar.

First Bang quote I’ve seen on Tumblr.

Barry Lyga reblogged me and I’m crying

sry but depression for me isn’t smudged mascara and crying into a boy’s chest and acting romantic and reckless, it’s honestly just staring at the wall and not showering for days and not going out with friends and feeling so fucking disconnected from everything that i can barely breathe. it’s not pretty. it doesn’t have to be pretty. fuck you for trying to make a mental illness aesthetically pleasing, like it’s something i should be proud of. 

If we’re friends, there’s a 106% chance that I’m always petrified that you secretly hate me.

make sure u put ur hand behind her head when u slam her against a wall so she doesn’t get hurt