There can be beauty in getting lost. Sometimes, we have to get lost to find each other. And sometimes, we find each other, only to get lost all over again. We can’t always control it, the things that will set you adrift. And as you stand there on your front porch, staring at the life you’re about to leave behind, you have to accept it’s gone, it’s lost — just like you. All you can do now is stand very still, breathe in the moment, and try to be open to wherever the wind is going to take you next.
Meredith Grey (via recoveryisbeautiful)

clit-squiggle:

why do tumblr users feel so proud of their mental problems? why do they feel the need to broadcast them to the world by putting these problems in their description? i have depression and anxiety and i would do ANYTHING to not have them, stop romanticizing mental illness. it isn’t cute or fun.