I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
(via squidkneee)

(Source: mourningmelody)

I wore my heart on my sleeve, and you stole my fucking shirt
Scroobius Pip (via little-city-saint)

always-anddd-forever:

snotbutt:

popcourn:

throwglitterintheirface:

popcourn:

"It scares me to death to think that one day I might look back into my life and realize that I lived it painfully ordinary."

I scrolled for ten minutes after reading this and had to scroll all the way back, ‘cause damn. 

this made me happy ^

wow

What goes through my mind alllll the damn time.

I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
(via squidkneee)

(Source: mourningmelody)

And then suddenly I become sad for no reason, and it takes me days to get over that feeling.
(via alshaikha)

(Source: flirtingwithsuicidaloutlooks)

What if we don’t accept any love?

(Source: shineon-youu)

Giving up doesn’t always mean you’re weak. Sometimes it means you are strong and smart enough to let go and move on.
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.
Daniell Koepke (via yellowing-trees)
I miss you. No, let me correct that, I miss the old you. I miss the old you that cared about me and the old you that would treat me so well.
(via icanrelateto)
Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.
Libba BrayMiles and Miles of No-Man’s Land (via mor8idlycerulean)

(Source: anabelsbrother)

I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
Sade Harrison  (via suchvodka)

(Source: wildsultrys0ul)