Waking up to you every fucking morning is going to be the bed thing ever.

"Wait for someone who tells strangers about you."

Vodka thoughts #1 (via blossomfully)

(via deadtate)

I miss her

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

(Source: thissickwonderland, via fckff)