chasing my dog aggressively round the table until i finally catch him and tell him i love him and rub his belly
stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love.
F. Scott Fitzgerald.
It only gets dark for a few hours at night during summer in Aberdeen and it is the most depressing thing ever.
If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do. Stephen Fry (via waxenneat)
Where it is illegal to buy alcohol after 10pm making it impossible to go hook up with some HOT guy because god forbid you enter an intimate social situation with someone you barely know sober.
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
I absolutely needed to read that.
Samesies! Except mine has been the same terrible dude for the last three years :/
god what is it with me and getting involved with sociopathic emotionally stunted manbabies in June this happened last year too
Seeing him was so much harder than I thought it would be. He was fine, obviously over it. I was unsmiling, not really looking at him. The feeling swelled in me; it was more awkward than I thought, too. A few pieces of small talk dispersed through the silence and pretending to concentrate too much on the television.
It was strange and awful how much things had changed. We sat at opposite ends of the couch and I couldn’t stop thinking about how i couldn’t touch him. He isn’t mine anymore, and I’m not his. I kept wondering if he was seeing someone, or had even kissed someone. It’s been a month, and every time I go out to rebound I miss him, and I can’t seem to find an interest in anyone. I called him once at 3am when he was at home in Ireland. I was holding back tears and he was half asleep. Another time I jumped in a cab with a strange boy and instructed I be dropped off at the apartment I haven’t lived in for a year.
Somehow, I didn’t even realise just how much I love and miss him.
He said it was good to see me and I just sniggered. At the door he kissed my cheek and I held onto him for too long. I breathed it in, and he smiled when I let go. Not in a sympathetic way, but not cruel either. I closed the door and cried.