I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
You hardly ever care about the fact that you’re alone a lot of the time, with no boys to kiss or hold or spill your heart out to. It irks you, it confuses you and it saddens you too, however. But sometimes you need to learn to block out deficits and focus on overfills - overfills of love from friendships, family, and anybody else that cares about you. It doesn’t really matter if you wake up alone - as long as you don’t just live that way.
13.9.14 - 252 (via cascadingletters)
You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.
Unknown (via deliriosity)