(Source: hellanne, via fuckyeahdepressingshit)
I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.
i just wish people would understand
that depression is not defined
by how many cuts are on your forearm
or how often you count calories.depression can be quiet and heavy,
sitting in the darkest corner of someone’s mind,
and you are not one to decide if it is real.
(via fuckyeahdepressingshit)
theres a girl on my bus with a picture of obama on her folder?? we live in australia??
(via love-is-just-a-dream)