Maya Angelou (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: the-healing-nest, via loveyourchaos)
Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.
Another 2 a.m. regret,
where I told you
that I wanted to be friends,
when in all actuality
you know I want more,
but I guess this is better
than being nothing.Another 2 a.m. regret,
where my lungs
were thickly coated
in nicotine,
and the walls of my mouth
were drenched in cheap whiskey
that I couldn’t even afford.Another 2 a.m. regret,
where my body was wrapped
around someone else’s,
but all my broken tongue could do
was call out your name,
instead of his.
(via litupthenight)
i wanna watch a scary movie with you and we get so scared we accidently end up having sex somehow
(Source: cheesecurl, via this--too--shall--pass)
(via writingsforwinter)
(via dickintheowl)
Depression is not something you can just buy a Hallmark card for. You can’t just mail one to someone with a prewritten greeting and tell them that you hope they feel better, but they should just get over it. Depression is the equivalent of being buried in a thirty-foot hole and having twenty shovels at your convenience, at arms-length away, but being too exhausted or indifferent to use even one of them to dig yourself out.
Depression isn’t like the weather; an umbrella can’t stop the storms from coming. They’ll just find another way in instead. The most inappropriate thing to do for someone with depression is tell them that it will get better. That’s scripted bullshit and you probably know it. You don’t have to be perfect; you don’t have to hold their entire heart.
You just have to hold their hand.
