1 day ago
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
reblog EVERY TIME THIS IS ON YOUR DASH .
If you follow me and you don’t reblog this, we’re gonna have a little issue.
I will 500% judge you if you don’t Reblog
More people reblogged this than there are in my state??
Hey let’s do this
REBLOG I TELL YOU
Four parents and I’m still no one’s favourite.
Always the friend left out, and always the daughter least cared for.
my mother told me that you can’t cure depression;
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me,
and taking six instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t going to speed up the process.
but i met a boy who tasted better than prozac.
he made it easier to be out of bed.
he kissed me like i was alive,
like i wasn’t empty,
like maybe there was something left inside of me.
he made my bones ache less when he touched me.
he made it okay.
when my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces.
when i stopped breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to find the last little bits of happiness left in my veins,
he was there to lace me back together.
but he left.
i haven’t slept in three days.
my mother was right." — Unknown (via notjustinmyhead)