I am becoming so tired of always smiling.
I just need to feel sad and fucked up and mad.
But the meds keep me from being that part of myself.
It’s so hard in a place where everyone is so “happy”.
It’s so hard when all everyone knows you is here is as happy and fun.
I need a drink.
The meds and I are becoming a love-hate relationship again.
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Oscar Wilde (via thedominatrixandthevirgin)
TW couples being super adorable in 3x08
Derek/Braeden + looking at each other
d: i don’t have claws and fangs anymore.
b: that’s why he called me.