Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
Oh and drink bourbon. Lots of bourbon. Until I cry so hard I can’t muster out another tear.
I’ve been really really sad before but never have I ever been so depressed, confused, or lost in my entire life before. I wish I could think of something else to say but I’m at such a loss for words I don’t know what else to put out there. Except, here I am in my most raw and real form of self. I’m fucking sad. And I don’t know what else to do but pray.
Have you ever analyzed things to the degree where you can’t really remember the difference between what’s real and what you’ve created in your head?
There are days that I cannot find the sun even though it’s right outside my goddamn window.
girls just need unexpected flowers, starbucks, and hugs.
Again, the English language fails to have a word to describe the depths of sadness, how a heart can feel heavy, how a stomach can drop to your feet, or how missing someone can cripple you.
Life is a long lesson in humility.
J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister (via observando)
mom: don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot
me: fire cannot kill a dragon