“ Maybe the reason
they say that
“sometimes I think I’m born backwards”
Is simply because
Pain feels like heaven,
instead of hell.

lill-ac:

maybe if you came and fell asleep next to me I wouldn’t be so sad

(via sorry-you-had-to-see-that)

thechildofstyle:

find someone
who knows
you’re sad
just by the change
of tone in your
voice

be with someone
who loves the
feature that
you hate the most

fall in love with
someone who
looks at you and
knows they don’t
want anyone else

(via sorry-you-had-to-see-that)

three-green-aliens:

PETITION FOR DISNEY STORES TO CARRY ADULT SIZED PRINCESS DRESSES CAUSE I MAY BE 20 YRS OLD BUT IF I WANT TO WALK AROUND LOOKIN LIKE SNOW WHITE I DAMN WELL WILL

(via i-want-to-be-delicate)

Today is the worst day of my life. A few months ago you said that you wouldn’t leave me alone on today. You said you would come over and hold me as I cried. That you would keeps from hurting myself. But here we are a few months later and you haven’t even texted me to see if I’m still alive. So much for being a friend

“ And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.

emmiinwonderland:

You have no idea how just talking to you makes my day.

(via complexityof-mysadness)

I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.