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It’s so fucking easy to pretend that you’re okay in front of company.

Please never joke about depression or suicide. It’s not funny, it never has been funny, and it never will be funny.

When people ask me ‘how are you?’ I just really don’t know how to answer. I mean, I guess throughout the day I can find myself smiling at times. And there are also times where things haven’t gone so well for me. But for some reason, I can never have a straight answer. I don’t know. Some nights I just find myself crying. I don’t know whether I’m happy or sad. I don’t think I’ll ever know. Just this feeling comes back every so often and it just fucking gets to me.

"One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives."

- Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth"  (via le-crystal)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)

"Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone."

- (via moeyhashy)