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georgia-dream:

it’s officially october and i just wanna have sex and go to a corn maze alright alright



How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: psych-facts)



Go away. :)



Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.


(via esnobou)

(Source: wordsalawidder)


Until I started taking my antidepressants, though, I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay. I had no way of knowing that what I thought were just my ingrained bad habits — not being able to deposit checks on time, not replying to totally pleasant emails for long enough that friendships were ruined, having silent meltdowns over getting dressed in the morning, even not going to the bathroom despite really, really, really having to pee — weren’t actually my habits at all. They were the habits of depression, which whoa, holy shit, it turns out I had a raging case of.
Not Everyone Feels This Way — The Archipelago — Medium (via brutereason)

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.
Bob Marley (via psych-facts)

And I fucking hate it.

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
Cassandra Clare (via psych-facts)

cleffairie:

i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again



Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
Unknown (via psych-facts)

justdontwordshurt:

I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. For bothering you, for being moody, for being a mess, for being too much to handle. I always fuck things up.



Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you.
(via luftnot)

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