waysideshrine-deactivated202107:

prescribe me adderall or i will start cooking meth in my fucking bathroom you fucking psychiatrist

exhaustedborderline:

text from @especialty

neckkiss:

Donnie Darko (2001)

bluebeardswifey:

it’s just me and my four hundred unread books against the world i guess

ooceaniis:

i want a “wanna go watch the sunset?” kind of love. a “just one more minute, one more touch, one more kiss” kind of love. a “mario kart after dinner, loser does the dishes” kind of love. an “i can’t sleep, wanna go for a drive?” kind of love. a goofy and cliche and almost too good to be true kind of love. that’s what i want.

pleasant-thoughtss:

newfoundfelinity:

satanic-bitchuals:

justfor-thismoment:

“I’ve never been to war. I can’t have PTSD.” Yes, you can.

“I’m not suicidal. I can’t have depression.” Yes, you can.

“He’s never hit me. It can’t be abuse.” Yes, it can.

Suffering is not a contest. Your experiences are valid. Seek out the help you need.

SUFFERING IS NOT A CONTEST

SUFFERING IS NOT A CONTEST

SUFFERING IS NOT A CONTEST

butternaan:

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone’s hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone’s face like that’s their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another… we were designed to love

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