damage control

I am certain that my anxiety would decrease by at least 85 percent if I could get away from my mother.

what do you do when someone makes you truly happy and gives you butterflies and constantly tells you you’re amazing and puts up with your bullshit with a smile on their face dear god help me

00:59

sext: I tolerate you.

00:50

You’re moving two hours away from me and you don’t care to tell me until two weeks before you go.
You tell me that you think I’ll forget about you, when you know I care about you more than anything. You know I’ll worry about you every day. You know I’ll count down the days til you come to visit.
And you’re so insensitive as to not even tell me you’ll miss me too.
You’re peeved at me because I’m dating someone else even though you knew you had me in the palm of your hand, you knew I’d give it all up for you if only you’d asked me to.

All I wanted to hear was that you’ll miss me too, but I guess you’ll just be too busy to think of me.

01:16

"If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."
—Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca (via 24ribs)

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."
—Arundhati Roy (via foreverahimsa)
(Source: winterveins, via brianmalik)

"And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t."
—Stephen Chbosky (via danseurs)

blue-voids:

Jennifer Akitt Jackson - Lake Garda, 2012

"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary’. It’s dark and tormented—the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain."
—Catherine Breillat (via justsaysomethingperfect)
(Source: sleepingtigers, via lajoiedespetiteschoses)