I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.
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 want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lunges. 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.
-Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door (via larmoyante)