It's all in my head
Proof that 10% of my brain is working. Shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life you'd like to
2013, 2012, 2011, everything, twitter
The Great Gatsby has its moments.
She wanted the strength of his arms around her, the steady beat of his heart under her hand as she turned into his arms. There was a precipice and she was falling head over heels. Falling in love with him.
This passage was read from a book in the movie Blue Valentine. Can anyone tell me what book this is?
The rational side of me knows that I need some kind of release. But I can’t cry anymore. I’m empty. I’m drained. And I can’t move.
Not that I’d want to.
Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.
Lola and The Boy Next Door, Stephanie Perkins
whenever he was in company he wanted to get away and whenever he was alone he wanted company.
Page 850, Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix - JK Rowling
According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else
Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix, Page 847
