if you are actually stupid enough to make fun of someone’s social anxiety, or any mental illness in general, or tell them they’re lying and that they are perfectly fine while they sit there shaking and trying not to cry because they don’t know how to handle a situation, I most likely hate you and you should just get the fuck out.
‘Never let a wound ruin me but I feel like ruin’s wooing me’
"My voice is a combination of Fergie and Jesus."
don’t tell me what i’m doing right. tell me what i’m doing wrong, so i can fix it. i came from a sports family, so i respond better to that approach.
They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.