I REFUSE TO SINK

Jamie. twenty. Pennsylvania.
friends. music. quotes. movies. one tree hill. grey's anatomy. the office. family. sleep. love. laughter. clothes. jewelry. macbook. pictures. football. friday nights. nail polish. ice cream. perfume. fall weather. long car rides. uggs. happiness. the future.
"FOLLOWME!"

isobelstevenz:

get to know me meme: (2/5) male characters - nathan scott

as far as i concerned, shaw was a punk. cause you know what? tragedies happen. what are you gonna do, give up? quit? no, i realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. because you are. and that pain you feel? that’s life. the confusion and fear? that’s there to remind you, that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.

(via maryycrawley)

tv meme: [1/5] shows | the office
- “I sold paper at this company for twelve years. My job was to speak to clients on the phone about quantities and types of copier paper. Even if I didn’t love every minute of it, everything I have I owe to this job… this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job.”

(via maryycrawley)

I can’t take this anymore. Yes, I love Luke, and yes, I wanted to marry Luke. But I didn’t want a life separate from Luke, and that’s all he could give me. I don’t want that. If I’m gonna be with Luke, I want to be with Luke, and he didn’t get it and I waited. I mean, god, I waited! It’s like Luke is driving a car, okay, and I just want to be in the passenger’s seat. But he’s locked the door, and — and so I have to hold onto the bumper, you know? I’m not even asking him to open the door for me. Just leave it unlocked and say, “Come in.” But no, he didn’t do that, so I’m hanging onto the bumper, and life goes on, and the car goes on, and I get really badly bruised and hitting potholes. And it hurts. I mean, it hurts. So yesterday, I had to let go of the bumper because it hurts too much. It hurts too much!

— Gilmore Girls (via allweknowisdistance)

(via allweknowisdistance)

Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.