Why is my heart beating so quickly? Why does it feel like my lungs are filled with coal? Why are there spots in my vision? Why are there tears in my eyes? Am I stepping on pins or fears? My palms are soaked. My legs escape me. I’m blinking at a million miles a minute. Is it hot in here, or is it just my world falling apart?
…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.Elena Gilbert (via unstable-skies)
basically i dont care if you drink smoke or do drugs as long as you can hold a conversation about something besides the fact that you drink smoke or do drugs
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.anonymous (via verschluesselt)