A$AP

[nerdjpg]

Me: please help my chemical imbalances

My mental illness medication:

[lonleypoet200]

You make me feel just so unlovable

Selicia Ramirez

[nix-phoe]

I wish I could feel as little for you as you do for me.

– p.n

[myxandme-blog]

[teenagecrush]

[teenagecrush]

[weareallwriters]

“That’s the thing,” he said, "I need you in my life.” Silence filled the air between them. Unable to make eye contact, she said: “Need and want are two different things.” He was about to open his mouth and argue but she cut him off, and in a small voice she whispered: "You don’t need me.”

D.O. // You were whole before me and you will be whole after me (via weareallwriters)

[hauntingly-beautiful-words-deac]

Once someone’s hurt you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting them.

Holly Black, White Cat (via hauntingly-beautiful-words)

[fortheloveofcare]

🎍You Deserve To Be Happy 🎍

[remanence-of-love]

[drifting-poetess]

Someone who’s always out of reach  who you still talk to in your dreams  the only one you seem to need  the one who haunts you in your sleep. 

Someone who once lay on your bed while you just sat there cross-legged dreaming all those dreams in your head  all that love hanging by a thread. 

Someone who makes the wind blow, someone who makes the trees grow,  makes the earth turn and the sun glow,  maybe only to you, but here’s what I know: 

they seem innocent but you know they’re trouble  because they tell you they feel unlovable you’re reaching out but this love ain’t functional.  So just let ‘em think that you’re untouchable. 

                   —Untouchable.

[mantha-g-blog]

Last night was the first I didn’t cry for you

Perhaps I have become numb

[thegoodvybe]

[siickangel]

[disastrousteens]

[poems-she-wrote]

he was telling us about a girl he really liked, while he was going on about her and how amazing she was, I felt a pit in my heart grow more and more with each word he spoke, silently wishing it was me he was talking about with such joy and love. However, my mind finally clicked, why would he like someone like me? it’s be truly insane “wow, she must be pretty special then” one of our friends said and for a second I saw pure love fill his eyes “yeah” he said, grinning, he glanced over at me from across the booth, his eyes staring right into mine “she is.”

p.s.w // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #142 (via poems-she-wrote)

[astound]