You are better than what you think. Dont give up. Please <3
Something I think you should hear
You may cut, that's okay. You're still here, that better than good, that's amazing! If you think that no one loves you and you have absolutley nothing to live for, you do. People love and care about you, you may not see it but they do. You have every thing to live for. Like, music, walks, that one animal that we all have that we're close to, and everything in life you havent gotten to do yet. You have a purpose in this world weather you believe it or not. I know the feeling all too well of worthlessness and having nothing to live for and craving to see the blood drip from my body but I'm still here. I'm making it, you will too. Talk to me if you EVER need Anything! If I dont answer on here because i'm offline; You can message me on Facebook.
"I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week."
"You kept calling me and pretty
and although I liked the sound of it
I didn’t want to hear it come out of your mouth
I wanted you to tell me you like the way
I never shut up about the things I care about
Or how I dreamt of a future
that was big and bold and daring
I need you to say that you loved the way
I smiled trying to contain my laughter
at dumb jokes on dumb shows
That the way I refuse to sleep in the dark
isn’t dumb or childish but rather smart.
That when I draw, the world slips away from me
and I’m immersed in my painting
trying to make sure every line comes out
just how I imagined.
I don’t want to just be pretty.
I want to be something more
Tell me I’m everything in the universe,
I want you to see me for who I am."
"If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring."
- Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via deald)