Living with anxiety is being in a super good mood and within a matter of seconds, having a wave of lightheadedness comeu over you, tingly, too, and short of breath. And then sitting and wondering why this is happening to you. Anxiety is not cute. Depression isn’t either. And I am so over feeling like this.


I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here.

But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.


Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)

"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"

Azra.T, My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via connotativewords)

(Source: 5000letters)