It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.
— Hotel Books, I Always Thought I Would Be Okay (via porodise)
The sadness that overcomes you at 2 in the morning is not you. You are not all those things that you say you are when your depression gets at its peak. And you are especially not what the person you no longer talk to said in your last fight. You are not so easily defined in these moments.
He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
— I really want you to see this, and just understand. (via unlively)