Hi

i am trying to find a way to love myself in this crazy fucked up world

wordpowderkeg:

You are the first person

To see me as a yellow garden.

To reach for my hand on public transportation,

The most unromantic location,

Just to let me know you are here.

To tell me I am beautiful when I decide makeup is too much work.

You are the first person in a long time that doesn’t make me cripple in nervousness.

And that doesn’t mean I like you any less,

It doesn’t mean I’m suppressing the natural anxiety inside of me,

It means you are good at making me happy.

I never have to worry about your thoughts,

Because you’re pretty easy to read,

And you tell me every time you’re thinking about me.

You make me feel like I’m fourteen,

Only this time around I’m not afraid to send 10 texts in a row and be a little cocky.

We’re stealing kisses behind doors as soon as our friends leave,

And we’re racing down floors of the metro,

Pushing each other to the finish line as an excuse to be close.

And what gets me the most,

Is that I didn’t want to like you.

I didn’t know how to risk my feelings again when I was still healing.

I didn’t know if I could date again without my insides shaking.

But then you made me laugh like a child,

You let me be as a wild as I needed,

Yet held out your hand for security.

And I forgot my heart had been breaking;

Because it is so difficult to think of anything other than you.

—I think you’re a yellow garden too

MO

sambaty:

battle-with-bipolar:

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Sometimes just asking someone if they’re okay can make a world of difference.

I love this comic. Sometime n actually quite often, this is all you need from someone. Not having them keep asking you or giving you advice, etc. Just some nice company n silence.

shinit-ai:

me: pfft i dont have triggers

also me: *starts shaking and becomes nonverbal when someone barely raises their voice/implies they might be disappointed in me*

(via i-love-you-go-away)