the-hotmess-express: foodwontbetrayyou: nebraskaswole: bananaaids: lunawhitlock: birdghost: irl-spain: sentimentalslut: people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways 'eat something' 'buckle up' 'get some sleep' 'here have my fries' 'Im gonna draw you something' "You’re a dork" "I fucking hate you" "Eat shit and die" "You look like shit today" The beginning reminds me of The Curious Savage

the-hotmess-express:

foodwontbetrayyou:

nebraskaswole:

bananaaids:

lunawhitlock:

birdghost:

irl-spain:

sentimentalslut:

people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways

'eat something'

'buckle up'

'get some sleep'

'here have my fries'

'Im gonna draw you something'

"You’re a dork"

"I fucking hate you"

"Eat shit and die"

"You look like shit today"

The beginning reminds me of The Curious Savage

isafeye: Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will help them order food when it’s too scary walk with them through crowded places help them laugh it off when they make a mistake not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3 (via namesdontcomeeasily)

isafeye:

Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will

  1. help them order food when it’s too scary
  2. walk with them through crowded places
  3. help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
  4. not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed

and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3

(via namesdontcomeeasily)

arthetic:

“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.”
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)
I saw this and I don&#8217;t even care. I just want the donut.
“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”
“In school they teach you how to multiply 9x8 make you read Macbeth and have you memorize the first 10 amendments to the constitution. But they don’t teach you how to stop loving someone who has stopped loving you or how to deal with losing a friend to an unsaid goodbye and a relative to a cancer that ate away their brain. At home I learned from my father that alcohol can make as many problems as it solves but damn does it feel good to let my throat burn instead of my heart and to tune out the problems in my head that I just couldn’t solve. Because life isn’t 9x8  and it isn’t the way authors describe their characters in a story. It’s those nights you lay awake missing someone wishing things could be different and it’s the next day when you realize they can’t and then it’s how you pick yourself up after being down for so long. I taught myself that.”
twloha:

We know that some days are harder than others. 
We know that sometimes you’re not sure how you can hold on to hope. 
We know that it’s scary to think about the future.
You are here. You made it to this day. You will make it to the next one. 
You are here.
Let that be the proof you need to keep going. 
(Source: theclassyissue)
“Isn’t it beautiful? How we find God when we lose ourselves? Isn’t He beautiful? The Creator of the stars and you and I.”
Misconception I feel like a lot of times in books and movies, after a bad thing is done and gone, the main character feels impowered for going through it. I don’t feel that way. I feel weak….bruised…beaten down. Torn. I feel like I was, in my innocence, thrown into a pit of knowledge of evil intentions, self doubt, and social anxiety. I feel stuck in this pit. Some days there is sunlight—days when my anger abates, my depression dissipates, and I can feel happiness and closure. But there are days I remember what happened, and I get sucked back down into that pit where no one is to be trusted. I recognize that what I have gone through has made me who I am today. And I am slowly learning to love the person I am—to appreciate her faults, to accept her humanity, to grow from what has happened. But why don’t I feel better? (Source: everydayuntitled)

Misconception

I feel like a lot of times in books and movies, after a bad thing is done and gone, the main character feels impowered for going through it.
I don’t feel that way.
I feel weak….bruised…beaten down. Torn. I feel like I was, in my innocence, thrown into a pit of knowledge of evil intentions, self doubt, and social anxiety. I feel stuck in this pit. Some days there is sunlight—days when my anger abates, my depression dissipates, and I can feel happiness and closure. But there are days I remember what happened, and I get sucked back down into that pit where no one is to be trusted.
I recognize that what I have gone through has made me who I am today. And I am slowly learning to love the person I am—to appreciate her faults, to accept her humanity, to grow from what has happened.
But why don’t I feel better?

(Source: everydayuntitled)

tastefullyoffensive:

Watching a movie adaptation. [via]