Being in love is the worst feeling in the world when it’s not returned.
Okay, but how do you tell someone you found their tumblr because I’m not sure.
there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace
(Source: floozys, via smalltownindiana)
"People get tired of your sadness"
Im never going to be good enough.
I told you I was in love with you, and you said nothing.
"I think about how perfect it would feel to have you beside me. Maybe your hand on my knee or your lips on my shoulder..I think about that a lot you know."
"I’m not happy. I don’t know what I’d do if you found out how truly fucked up my head is. I think, no, I know you won’t stay. No one stays, I don’t blame them but sometimes I wish someone would. I’m trying to get better, I’m trying so goddamn hard. I’m not a bad person I swear. I have a huge heart and I care about everything and anything more than I’d like to admit. Give me a chance and you’ll see that I’m not all that bad. I promise."
I hate myself and I want sex and I need to be thin and I want sex