"I love you".
Seemed implausible. Impossible even. Now it just seems inevitable for me.

But “…you love me?” I guess I’ll just have to wait to say that. Waiting in anticipation is what is difficult. Waiting for it to mean something. Waiting with a slightly heavy heart worrying this is all one…


The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.

(via vibrahte)

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