femalemaincharacter:

*likes your post instead of reblogging it* its a metaphor, see: you put the ability to ruin your blog right under your finger but you dont give it the power to do so

It’s been years, and I can’t even imagine the things you’ve been through. But I don’t know. You just seem…more focused, confident, like… …like you know what you want. You grew up, Sam.

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.

Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via splitterherzen)

alittleworldofimagination:

jokerkat:

quincy360:

you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

That’s called anxiety.

That explains at least half of my life then