fuck depression. there’s nothing more insidious than a disorder that tricks lovely people into believing they are worthless.
It’s still you. It’ll be you when you fracture your wrist at 4AM and call me when I have a presentation the next morning. It’ll be you when you ask to drive my new car and crash it into a telephone pole. It’ll be you if we hate each other for a day or a few. And if you break my favourite mug. And if you keep forgetting our anniversary and make it up to me by baking a salty cake. It’ll be you when your dad dies and you stop talking because you don’t know how. It’ll be you when you crawl softly into my open arms. It’ll be you when your mum calls me a “whore” and you jerk your chin and all you say is “no.” It’s you when you’re messy and ill and sweaty. You when you leave the house door unlocked. You when you burp drunkenly into my ear and curl into my side like a baby. It’ll be you when you burn breakfast in bed and then kiss me for five minutes straight. It’ll be you when your hair gets too long and you can’t be bothered to cut it. You when you fall asleep on the sofa with the cat on your chest. You when we fight and turn everything to rubble. You when you put your mouth to my ear and whisper “it’s you. It’s still you.”
Enlightening as it is disturbing; parents and teens will learn a lot from this.
[Contains themes of suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sexual taboos.]
Is this you? Dear, are you trolling me? :D
@jojomoyes First pic of Sam Claflin & Emilia Clarke reading as Will & Lou. Like they just jumped out of my head. #mebeforeyou (x)
I think she’s too pretty as Louisa Clark, but I’m the happiest right now.
I've followed you anonymously a long time and love your mind and what it likes; but wanted to say how amazingly beautiful I think you are... “And in her smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.”––Across the Universe by Beth Revis
But why stay anonymous? It would be nice to know you. Just don’t invite me to any multi-level marketing shit. XD