Fuck me, like we’re lyin’ on our deathbed
thegoodvybe
“Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to mature it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped up in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time”
— Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door (via thegoodvybe)
talking to someone every single day can be pretty destructive because there will come a day where you don’t speak at all and it’s going to be the loneliest feeling in the world
He wasn’t a bad person
he really wasn’t
I knew he was good
and maybe that’s why
I held on for so long
Even when he would
spit his words at me like venom
Constantly picking me apart
no matter what I did
because I believed the best in him
all the moments together weren’t bad
that’s why I took each and every blow
of his words and criticism
until I couldn’t anymore
until I finally broke
he had demons that he let control his life
and I tried to take those away and fix him
my god I tried but I failed
because I learned no matter how much love
you put into someone doesn’t matter
if they don’t love themselves
you can never make someone happy
who isn’t happy with themselves
no matter how hard you try
You can’t pour light into someone
who surrounds themselves in darkness
