I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I’m afraid to take any steps, in case they’re the wrong ones.
|—||Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me (via larmoyante)|
I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
i miss you please come back
Sadness comes from the misconception of happiness, from thinking that people are hospitals we can just walk into, that their affection is like a medicine that will cure anything.
|—||Unknown (via psych-facts)|