A couple nights ago at a party, I got really drunk. I’m talking blackout, laying in my own puke, completely incapable of any bodily movement drunk. My girlfriend, Morgan was with me and she took such good care of me that honestly, I haven’t stopped saying thanking her. She’s such a babe. 

But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because in the midst drunken stupor, in a pool of my own vomit, where I was NOT able to say my own name when asked nor was I able to say where I was, I was asked “Who do you love?” and in the most slurred, almost comprehensible tone, I said her name. 

I will always remember that, and I hope you do too. 

I’m just going to listen to Brand New and sulk. 

"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."

I guess I kinda believe in you too much? 

I wish someone would believe in me. 

"My mind was condemned with tragedy and I collapsed on you because you made me feel oblivion."

Alexa Evangelista (via vodkakilledtheteens)

(Source: vodkakilledtheteens, via realityrepeat)

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Having an anxiety disorder is like that moment where your chair almost tips or you miss a step going down the stairs but it never stops

Shit

Truth

THIS IS THE ONLY DESCRIPTION OF ANXIETY I HAVE EVER IDENTIFIED WITH

THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

BUT HOURS- SOMETIMES DAYS- LONG

(via forgive-me-im-broken)