“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine. - Charlotte Eriksson (via briqou)
He is lying beside her in the bed, his face buried in the pillow, his arm is flung over the top of his head. She can hear him breathing. She thinks he looks perfect like that, like a boy, and then that’s all there is. Beneath all her thoughts and worries, beneath the complication of conflicting identities and needs, maybe it’s as simple as loving the way some other person looks when they’re sleeping. - Joe Meno, The Great Perhaps (via olivia-ross)
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there. - Julia Gregson, East of the Sun
one time i was drinking lemonade and then took the cup randomly and spilled my drink on the floor next to me before setting the cup down in from of me on the table. i sat there for 10 fucking minutes before realizing that my cup was empty, to which i then got up from my chair to get some more, cause a bitch was thirsty, and my ass slipped
