just realised how truly alone i am
depression is like not giving a fuck and anxiety is like giving too many fucks and when you have both it’s like fuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
We Were Emergencies- Buddy Wakefield (via sadexistences)