I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
"But some people can’t tell where it hurts.
They can’t calm down.
They can’t ever stop howling."
CAN I JUST SAY TO ANYONE SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU ARE ONE BADASS MOTHER FRICKER BECAUSE NOTHING IS MORE TERRIFYING THAN BATTLING WITH YOUR OWN MIND EVERY SINGLE DAY
All snuggled up with my #starwars blanket ^_^ #nerdgirl
One hand on the steering wheel, the other on her inner thigh.
Anonymous said: What happened the last time your heart was broken?
I got over it
8½ (1963), dir. Federico Fellini
Baby got his first life vest