Depression is a cruel bitch. She starts by planting little seeds all over your mind, knowing that life’s troubles will water it daily until it grows into a massive bonsai tree that crowds your thoughts and feelings, not leaving any room for leaves of hope to spur from it.
Claire Contreras, Catch Me (via reading-is—breathing)

you had such a thirst for knowledge; and now school has ruined that.
something that someone said to me recently and I think about it a lot. (via writerings)

(via brittafiltration)


Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for
a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold
what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you
might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be
missing.
I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a
concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I
was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.
Megan Hart, Dirty (via lipstick-bullet)

(via sometimelover)


Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.
One For Sorrow, C.Barzak (via bl-ossomed)

(via amenalcohol)


i just need to get my shit together
me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via guy)

(via thetalkoflove)


(via kingsleyyy)


(via fourstagram)


merlinwhosuperpotterlock:

"i can’t eat that, i’ll get fat"

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"i can’t sleep in late today i have to do work"

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"no i can’t watch a whole season in one go that’s lazy"

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"i can’t-"

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(via lacigreen)


Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.
Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via afadthatlastsforever)

(via sittingwithwaterhouse)


Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed.
Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It.  (via fuckingcamilla)

(via yellyhaim)