it’s
so
beautiful
i’m
gonna
cry
i feel like the warmer the weather gets, the more depressed i am. i know, it’s weird because it’s supposed to be the opposite, but i’m so deeply acquainted with sadness that i am immune to the upbringing weather fixing me. in the end, what’s on the outside can only dictate so little of how i think and who i am. it’s my very being and i can’t control it. i’m useless. and i cant help that fact. i cant help myself, and all i want to do is escape from this reality that is what i’m living and lock myself away, though i’m already encaged.
i can’t feel pleasure or happiness touch me as the sun does. i can’t feel the fingertips of summer lightly carry me through this way i’m living. i can’t handle the heat. i would rather shiver in the cold.
i might be depressed all year, but i just get worse then.
Reblogged dolcegbaby
She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.
Reblogged maccistar
by the time lana releases “henry, come on” i will be in a nursing home
