sage

I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all. 

i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.

No one notices your sadness until it turns into anger. Then you're a bad person.

I would like to enter your dreams and kiss your subconscious

My entire existence is wrong. I’m way too sensitive. I get too attached. I’m clingy and annoying. All my misery is not because of other people, it’s because of me, because of the way I am. It’s not their problem that I’m all of the above. The problem begins with me and will only end with me

i’m not going anywhere, my love. i’m here to stay.

wish someone would tell me that

when her hair falls into her face and you wish you could brush it back behind her ear while holding gentle eye contact

Do all the cheesy romantic things, I promise I'll love it. Hug me from behind, kiss me in the rain, pull me into your arms when I'm least expecting it, dance with me under the stars. I'll love every moment of it. I long for the moments I've read about in books for years