"needing you is a hangover"
Drowning isn’t about flailing. It’s not a huge spectacle. No one notices when you slip under the sheets of waves that crash against your freckled face, gently guiding you down into a spiral of wet death. Drowning isn’t excruciating, it’s numbing. Numbing, engulfing, complete. It’s not a circus performance, it’s like falling asleep. It happens quickly, unexpectedly, and no one sees it coming except you and then suddenly you’re under the water and your eyes are shut.
Drowning is a lot like depression.
i am a filthy novelist.
"And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before."
(I Wrote This For You: The Translation Service)
Better than me