"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 nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time."

Stephanie Perkins (via souls-entwined)

"The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die."

Juliette Lewis  (via e-ntre)

(Source: fleshscars)

"Come sleep with me: we won’t make love, love will make us"

Julio Cortázar (via tea-storm)

"I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful."

Chelsea Fagan (via hellanne)

"Sweetheart, I’ve been frightfully busy but you know I have thought of you every minute."

Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via abasa)

(Source: weepling)

maybe if i sigh deep enough i’ll die

(Source: hypnus)

sullenlikesex:

do you ever listen to a song & your heart literally hurts because you think of a time when you used to be happy?