Shut Up and Smile

January 28, 2013 • 3 notes

It was when I met you when I understood love songs and why couples dance with each other. I understood kissing and why it was the most beautiful thing. I understood why heartbroken people cried, and why they stayed away from everyone when their hearts shattered because they needed their space to fill it with the voice of their lover who left and the memories to bring their hearts’ pieces together then break them again. It was when I met you when I understood what life was all about and why people stayed late at night thinking about that someone.

January 28, 2013 • 14,555 notes

(via this--too--shall--pass)

January 28, 2013 • 2 notes

I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re lying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up in their phone. I just can’t.

January 28, 2013 • 2 notes

Okay, so I’ve recently been battling with my own depression. I’ve been using such things as art to distract myself from… myself. Please reblog/like this and I will personally write your URL in an artistic way and post it on my dashboard. I’m not doing this to get notes. I’m just asking Tumblr for help. :)

January 22, 2013 • 9 notes