rowanandphoenixfeather:

one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there

(via restless-eloquence)

This poem is the poem I’m writing because
we aren’t speaking, and it is making my heart hurt
so bad that sometimes I can’t make it up off the floor.
- Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Lit (Or: to the scientist I am not speaking to any more  (via petrichour)

(via flutteringribcage)


I like clingy. I like when someone purposely grabs my hand to show other people I’m theirs. I like that when something exciting happens during the day, I’m the first person you want to tell. I like coming back to an “I miss you” text message when I’m in class or taking a nap. I like that random call at one in the morning just because you wanted to hear my voice. I little gestures that show I’m important, and you enjoy having me in your life. -

EY (via latelycravingmore)

Literally perfect

(via kentuckystud)

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n4uticalbliss:

thecompanionsdoctor:

thecompanionsdoctor:

The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them

The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry

YAS

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