“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World
(via -loveisneverwrong)
it’s like it’s saying, “HUMAN! HUMAN! THIS IS WET. THIS APPEARS TO BE VERY WET. HUMAN! MY FEET ARE ALSO WET. IT IS WET. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
NO.
NO PICTURES PLEASE.”
(via elizabethmorganmace)
- me talking to a friend: life is wonderful. you always need to stay positive! Things will always get worse before they get better. Keep your chin up and know I'll always be here for you
- my mind: I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. No one cares. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. Nothing good will ever happen to me. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I'm so stupid and fat and ugly. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. Why do I keep hurting myself. it makes me even uglier. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. Why am I still alive. I want to die.
I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room
