My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right.
I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad)
kissoholic:

:)
dionnelips:

When I get excited about something my friend has no interest in.

dionnelips:

When I get excited about something my friend has no interest in.

glennoconnell:

Frozen 2

And then suddenly I become sad for no reason, and it takes me days to get over that feeling.
(via alshaikha)

vinebox:

at the apple store like..

kelseysayywhaat:

Come be a part of an amazing world class organization this summer! 

Props to rulenumbernine for making this!

kelseysayywhaat:

Come be a part of an amazing world class organization this summer!

Props to rulenumbernine for making this!

lesbian-god:

When I was a kid I would be like “ew boys” and my mom would say “darling, some day you’ll like boys” but congratulations mom I’m a lesbian so ew boys

ruinedchildhood:

josh peck is literally my favorite person