It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.

2am thoughts (via fluro)

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I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via motels)

(via motels)

There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything

Luna Adriana (via silly-luv)

(via thinair)

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.

Jeffrey Eugenides,The Marriage Plot (via collapsed)

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