zaynsfreepalestinetweet:

i feel like i’m on autopilot i genuinely don’t feel alive

futchwitch:

self care is hotboxing in the michaels parking lot before u buy your scrapbook paper

I often blame myself you know. You were happy before you met me, you were bright and funny and beautiful. I blame myself for pulling you under, for showing you pain and making you stay while I struggled through it. I worry I turned you dark. Don’t get me wrong, you are still bright and funny and beautiful, but not to me. Not to me at all.