80
vandalixe:

“don't lose your mind” 

If you won’t sing in the car with me when we drive, we can’t be friends

“Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t -want- to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I wan to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.”

Lola and the Boy Next Door, Stephanie Perkins, p. 259 (via 1998-20xx)