Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.– Alice Walker (via moleculess)
I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.– John Steinbeck (via ridingsidesaddle)
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived,...– Buddha (via peacec)
kellygolden: I’m trying to be the Gatsby to your Daisy right now but you’re being a real Daisy about this
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.– J.D. Salinger (via apathie, suzywire) (via loveyourchaos, cockmouth) (via cheriseisthatyou) (via westcoastsweetheart, westcoastsweetheart) (via terriblyartistic, terriblyartistic)
Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of...– Anne Michaels, “The Winter Vault” (via pigmenting)
sassbenderr: trendy-blog: the best feeling in the world is when you finish your homework early and you take a shower and you get to crawl into bed and surround yourself in blankets and pillows at 9:30 and go on your laptop and listen to music and take acid tabs until you begin hallucinating that satan is with you and allow him to guide you into killing your friends and family and eating their...
Anonymous asked: whats your major
I can’t apologize for how depressing these unraveling times are going to be.
All the absolutely shitty aspects of late. [[MORE]] I thought I was learning to make decisions. I thought I made them and knew where I stood with whom and at what time, yet here I am in this position. I’m waiting to be scolded, to have someone shake their head at me, or receive the slow downward stare of disappointment— welcome to my life. Welcome to the viewpoint of the villain, the...
The Fast and the Furious series is bangin’ good
It’s hard to think of mother’s day when I can’t have a single conversation with her that doesn’t end with I hate you
I’ve stopped putting on my skin in the morning, and all people can see of me now is death.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.– Vincent Van Gogh (via lillyfelizitas)
This is the weird aftermath, when it is not exactly over, and yet you have given...– Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via emiliaprimavera)