I don’t want to talk to you anymore. But I want to talk to you all the time.
i can’t make up my mind, y.g. (via impassionedmelancholy)
If I had just five minutes left to live, I’d tell you just how much I loved you and how happy you made me.
I’d tell you all the things I was scared to: that you filled my life with a joy that extinguished all the hurt and hatred that consumed me before. And above all I’d thank you for being there, for being you with your quiet, resilient affection, holding me above the sadness that threatened my slow destruction.
depression, self harm and ed blog x Stay strong sweetie, it will get better xx