I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility
“Tonight my best friend from seventh grade messaged me telling me that a boy broke her heart and that she was so high she could feel the stars against her fingertips. I told her that it was okay to cry and feel angry but while she ate icecream and choked down self pity she had to love herself, because in the end that’s the only thing that’ll save her from suffocating in the memory of his hands on her scarred skin.
Honey, go ahead and hate him. But don’t you dare drag a razor across your wrist or thighs or anywhere else on your perfect body because it’s no substitute for the lips of an ex lover and it sure as hell isn’t draining out your demons, it’s letting more in. One day someone will love you again, and dear god, it’ll wash away any blood or hurt you’ve felt in the last four years. I promise.”—My oath to a girl who feels dead inside (via u-u-tf)