"If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much."
— Good Will Hunting (via wordsthat-speak)
Anonymous said: What's your ethnicity? :)
I’m African American. Just good ol black lol.
"That’s what people don’t understand about depression. You don’t have to have a shitty life to want to kill yourself. You don’t have to have an abusive mother or an absentee father to be angry with them. You can have a good job and still want to kill yourself. You can have two loving parents and still want to slit your wrists. You can have a faithful lover and still want to chase a bottle of pain killers with a bottle of vodka. You can have bright eyes and a sweet smile with perfectly straight teeth and still want to thrust your face through the mirror every time you look in it. You can have a full bank account and a full stomach and still feel so empty that a gust of wind could knock you down. Depression has very little to do with what people have in front of them and more to do with what they have (or don’t) inside of them. You can have a good day and still want to kill yourself. You can laugh so hard your sides hurt and still want to fasten a noose in your closet. You can be loved every way you ever wanted to be loved and still feel your bones gnawing at your flesh from the inside out. It doesn’t need to make sense and believe me, we know. The guilt eats us alive. We don’t always have it the worst. We don’t all have repressed memories of our uncles touching us or hidden bruises from our alcoholic step-fathers. Depression isn’t that simple. Your cards aren’t always the worst, but sometimes your best option is still to fold."
(Source: acutelesbian, via sexcake)