"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
not sure what it is about tiny bows on bras and underwear but theyre neat as hell
- Everyone not attending Comic Con (via guhmora)
"Baby, put your hands on me…"
(Shane and Carmen forever. <3)