I think about how we’ll probably all forget the way we felt during this, how the things we missed the most weren’t materialistic but the basic, stripped back necessities of love and friendship and being connected. And I hope we all stop ourselves when we’re out dancing or laughing over cocktails with our friends or just sat with our family watching tv and eating takeout, and we think how lucky we are.
While I am able to initiate and sustain small talk for the purpose of avoiding an awkward silence, there is honestly nothing I find more draining.
Doubting yourself is part of the process—don’t give into it.
is not to say that you shouldn’t speak to a trusted friend about what you’re going through (you absolutely should), but you also shouldn’t rely on this as your only method of coping. You need to take responsibility for your own mental health first and foremost.
Stupid boy, I wasn’t crazy, not when it came to you.
Her body, her choice.
There’s a difference between choosing him, even when he doesn’t choose you, and choosing happiness, choosing adventure, choosing a love which does not exhaust you and disappoint you and break you, but one which lifts you up.
I hope so.
Depression can laugh and joke and look glamorous. Depression can go for a run at 6 a.m. and have a successful career. Depression can go home to a perfect partner and sleep in a beautiful home.
Okay, so when did girl code stop being a thing?