depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the
i reblogged it before but then it got better
I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.
I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me.
randomly compliment people because sometimes that will be the only kind words they will hear that day