I don’t think I’ve felt this depressed in a long time. Sadness feels like a sickness, and it’s made me tired, wilted, and bitter. That’s how I feel on the inside. It’s okay though because none of this is on the outside.
The pursuit of courage is a tough one. Self pity is a disease. Whenever I try to ask for help, the words that come out sound like excuses. Every day feels like a struggle.
I wanted a love story. The sort of aching, vulnerable, reluctant-but-inevitable-submission-into love found in the pages of Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice. I thought love would be poetry and English fields, even though I’ve never even been to England nor did I marry Mr. Darcy.
The occasion of…
I love this.
for some reason this photo just really speaks to me.
(Source: msyellowcup)
i think the reason perfume commercials are so weird is because they have to advertise a smell without using smells
tell her you are moving to africa, then move to africa. live there for the rest of your life
The Battle Against Bitterness
You have no idea.
Sometimes, it’s just so hard to overlook some things. Like a unibrow, someone…