Whatever, Forever.

Anxiety is a bitch.

Sometimes I just want someone to hold me and lie to me and tell me everything will work out perfectly fine.

But I shut practically everyone out.

I’m 25 tomorrow. And the pressure for this year is on. I need to really get shit done. I hope I can. I have to for my sanity.

I struggle with wanting you all the time, so please don’t mistake my silence for indifference. It’s just I have to hold myself back because I feel too much. Too often. Too wildly out of my control.

Tina Tran, My words don’t say much at all (via aestheticintrovert)

and I can finally breathe again, this is nice.

(via discoverelle)

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