"What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you might want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. You fall asleep in the foothills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it off. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot."
- Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
How can you still love me when I’m so sad?
The truth is I sat at home and cried all day because my anxiety is through the roof. I wish I could tell you.
"Don’t break a writer’s heart and think ink won’t spill."
Ten Word Story #38 - M.D.L (via mingdliu)
I will reblog this every time I see it
Have you ever cried so hard that you can’t breathe?
I want to rip my fucking heart out and search for a reason why I feel like this.