do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
No but really when you start geeking out about something your cuteness level goes up like 10000% like I dont care if its chemistry or pokemon when you get really excited about something and I can see you totally love it its really fuckin attractive ok ok
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
the fact that over 300,000 other people know exactly what this feels like too is a source of great comfort
I just wanna take a moment to appreciate that tumblr did this. If you search ‘sad’, ‘depressed’, ‘suicide’, etc, tumblr takes you to this page where they give helpful phone numbers and website to anyone that’s going through a difficult time. I just like that before the posts show up, it takes you…