Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
i just want to go to a coffee shop on a rainy day and order something nice and warm and have an attractive stranger around my age say “i’ll have one of those too, please” and for them to smile at me and introduce themselves and for us to slowly fall in love in a coffee shop but instead whenever i go to a coffee shop i find teenagers taking pictures of their orders with their iPhones and middle aged women wearing yoga pants
Some people think mental illness is a matter of mood, a matter of personality. They think depression is simply a form of being sad, that OCD is a form of being uptight. They think the soul is sick, not the body. It is, they believe, something that you have some choice over.
I think, everybody goes through some bullshit, it doesnt matter how you measure it, it doesn’t matter how it weighs up to other peoples bullshit, the fact of the matter is you have to press on and you have to smile and you have to figure out how you’re going to keep smiling.