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Shelby.

"My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right."
— I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad)

(via lateevenings)

one of my favorite ones
"

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

"
— E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)

(via dearprongs)

"My body does not understand
the numbers I have
built my life around
but it knows when I am being kind
and when I am treating it wrong."
Michelle K., My Body Knows. (via michellekpoems)

(via 3-1-6)

unlxcked:

love this
"The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back."
— Unknown (via franki-e)

(via theilllllllest)

"I learned that people can easily forget that others are human."
— "Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)

(Source: eolithandbone, via dearprongs)

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