I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
this hits home a little too hard right now. (via yesdarlingido)
Upsetting news.
Hahahahahaha I have so many feelings.
Alyssa Rose Ivy, Focus (via simply-quotes)
1. When a boy who leaves goosebumps on every inch of your skin tries to play you his favorite song, don’t let him. He’ll get it stuck in your head and under your fingertips and when he leaves, you won’t be able to listen to it without feeling like you’re choking.
2. Don’t let him touch you all over no matter how much you want to feel him against you. Leave a few spots untouched so that when you’re sleeping alone again, at least your left wrist and an inch of your right hip won’t sting with the remaining burn of his mouth.
3. Don’t let him break your ribs.
4. Don’t watch the sunset with him. He’ll poison it. You won’t be able to look at the sky without swallowing a mouthful of him.
5. Don’t mistake wasps for butterflies. Sometimes when you feel your stomach flutter and your hands start to shake it’s pain, not love.
6. Just because he tells you he loves you doesn’t mean he’s going to stay.
7. It’s okay to delete his number after he kisses the pretty girl he met when he was drunk. It’s okay to leave when he hurts you. You don’t have to keep falling into him.
8. When he tells you that you’re beautiful, try to remember that you were beautiful before him too.
9. Just because he reads and smokes cigarettes and talks about the stars doesn’t mean he’s your soulmate.
10. After you kiss him, remember to wash your mouth out right away so he doesn’t burn into your tongue.
11. He’ll kiss you in the rain and take you to little coffee shops. He’ll brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your nose. He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
12. Your heart is going to break a million times. It’s going to feel like the world is falling apart around you. Your lungs will stop working some nights. You find yourself grabbing at your bones trying to hold yourself together. You’re going to feel like you’re dying. It’s going to be okay. You’ll find someone else to kiss you goodnight.
(via definitionoffabulousity)
You can’t just deal with depression, it’s not just something that you can turn off or shove to the side. Eventually, it takes full control over you and there’s no will left to give. It is an enormous black blanket that covers every bit of you, weighing on you like a small elephant. It is the crippling pain of saying “i’m fine” when a coworker asks how you are doing. It is the want or need to vent to someone close, but knowing that it would just be pointless because “it’s all in your head” right? It is the last thought you have before drifting off to a peaceful sleep and now somehow you are wide awake questioning your existence. It is the biggest Fuck You when someone says “Just deal with it” sometimes we can’t deal. We need someone to tell us everything will be okay, even if that is going to take awhile, we need a glimmer of hope just to get by.
there is honestly no reason to lie to me. I’m too understanding. I get shit. I get life. I know that shit happens. just be straight up w me
holy shit.
Now that is kinda cool
Baby!
Sign me up
It’s been a very long time. I don’t know how long I will be back for, but I for some reason looked up tumblr and remembered my password. Fancy that, huh?
A quick and probably unnecessary update over the past few months.
-I got a boyfriend.
-He ruined my life.
-I lost everything. My apartment, my job, and I got all of his debt.
-I moved back home.
-Got a shitty job as a cheese specialist for a grocery store.
On a brighter note.
+I didn’t kill myself.
+I have finally come to terms with my dark passenger of 6 years and let him go.
+I have some new promising job prospects.
+And I still got my booty.
Thank you, and how are you?
Having a mental disorder makes you see the world in a different way
You notice things normal people don’t
Like the faint scars on people’s arms
The emptiness in their eyes
The way they smile with their mouths but not with their eyes
The anxiousness they feel when having to eat in front of others
Just little things most would look over
but you notice
Because they’re just like you
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
this hits home a little too hard right now. (via yesdarlingido)