Live passionately before not living at all

I smell him in my hair
When I wake up
On my skin
As I fall back asleep.
I love that smell.
That smell, his smell.
It belongs to me.



dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough


(via anyywhere-but-there)

Me and my bf talked over some issues that was bothering me, and he actually listened to what I had to say and he didn’t interrupt and talk over me to defend himself. He then agreed on our promise and we’ve never been happier. We are back to our old self which is exactly how we should be…

It’s strange how opening up to someone can change the situation completely.