themightypoohbear:

Everyone around me is so goddamn miserable. They are all so polished on the outside, so committed to pretending like they aren’t already cold and dead inside. I wish I could fix you, all of you. I wish I could fix myself.

Wouldn’t you say that one has to know how it feels to be cold, broken, and miserable to know how it feels to be truly alive, fixed, and exuberant?

Reblogged from Wishful Thinking