You are a volcano, constantly erupting, never really calming down. You think you hide your secrets deep inside your core, but with every eruption I see the real you just a little more. You’re so afraid to show me. You say you can’t commit. But every time I walk away, more flaming rock you spit.
Yes. I’m sick of running. But I’m far more sick of getting burned.
“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”
– S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via cinisterr)
That last gif slayed my entire soul.
This woman gives me hope.
When I was in fifth grade I realized I liked girls but I was like “that’s a problem for another day” and literally forgot about it and then in like eleventh grade I was like “oh my god”
YOU PROCRASTINATED REALIZING YOUR SEXUALITY THAT’S IT YOU WIN YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE PROCRASTINATORS i bow to you
I only ever know how I feel when I really let myself feel.