theme

rhyse:

When I was at the lowest spot in my depression I locked myself in my bedroom for three days and lied to everyone I knew. I called in sick to work. I told my mom I was seeing a doctor. I told my friends I was busy. I had successfully fooled everyone who loved me that I was making healthy changes and getting better. I wasn’t, but it was so much easier to hide and pretend that I was than to actually go outside and do something. 

Read More

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

read that, again.  (via fridaynights-citylights)

Whoa

(via kiki-kismet)

sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

fhelicity:

indie/gypsy/bambi

fhelicity:

indie/gypsy/bambi

I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet  (via heartlagoon)

katara:

not being drunk is so awful

rneerkat:

hey are you a bank because you need to leave me a loan