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Literally I need to make out with someone before I lose my mind

(via finally-okay)

"Don’t waste your time explaining who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you."

Lecrae (via fuckinq)

(Source: murmurrs, via finally-okay)

We are just trying to figure each other out.

officially my all time favorite post

(Source: heypsiusmile, via finally-okay)

"The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return."

Milan Kundera, Ignorance (via quotablycatholic)

(via crazed-escapist)




And remember that I love you even at my worst.


now i can show this to everyone who’s like “you’re kinda quiet today what’s wrong”

and they can finally leave me the fuck alone

Almost daily.

(Source: waiting-to-sleep, via betterasgold)

"Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured."

"If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together."

Andrea Gibson (via scxndal)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via finally-okay)


I find myself most nights trapped staring blankly at this screen.
My mind going too fast for me to even form a proper metaphor to describe the speed at which it travels.
My hope is that one night my thoughts slowdown.
Slowdown to screeching halt, even if only for a moment.
Because in that moment
I will be free.
Free from the gut wrenching anxiety that consistently and without warning robs my lungs of air.
Free from the migraine inducing hell that is making a phone call to set up an appointment.
Free of everything I don’t say because I’m too afraid of what might be the reaction.
Free from being alone, and the fear of never again feeling the warmth of another person as I lay next to them.
Free from the irrational fear of walking into the bank one day just to have the teller ask me why i don’t use the ATM like the rest of society, and then having to explain to a complete stranger why I’m scared that I’ll hit a wrong button or set off some alarm despite the fact that I don’t even think that is possible.
I would be free from it all.

it’s 2:44 A.M
and I’m afraid to go to sleep again.
I’m afraid that I will wake up with my sheets pulled off the bed.
A subtle but heartbreaking reminder
of a time where two people worked together to stay warm.
Of a time where,
I didn’t wake up cold.


2:44 A.M

"My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me."

(Source: get-your-goat, via p-atches)


i often fantasize about what it would feel like
if i smashed everything in my room
and burned all my old pictures
and cut off all my hair
and dyed it green
like if i took everything holding me back
and destroyed it all at once so i could be free
but instead i find myself curled up on my bed
mumbling “shut up” to inanimate objects
because i can feel them judging me

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"Some nights distractions don’t work, and you are left to fight your thoughts alone. An endless barrage of uncontrollable impulses picking you apart like a desert vulture rips apart a carcass, and all you can do is allow it to happen. I desperately want back the ability to handle these nights on my own, because not having anyone has made the fight immeasurably more difficult."

Lack of people and sleep.

Somedays just start and you know deep down from the second you wake up nothing good is going to come from getting out of bed.