I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
the saddest thing about this situation is the suicide and the depression and the fact that someone so devoted to providing happiness to the world was lacking it himself
fuck depression. there’s nothing more insidious than a disorder that tricks lovely people into believing they are worthless.
This hit really hard, and I didn’t expect it. He had such an impact in my life and childhood. I started looking back on it, and I’m a bit of a mess right now. Wow.