March 2012
that was a blow to the heart
arsvivendi:
““Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you...
February 2012
I wish I was more.
skippadiablocanon:
I wish someone would understand how I feel. I wish no one would judge me.
when i’m feeling this numb
there’s only one thing that works
fuck you and your promises. fuck you and your concept of forever. fuck.you.
I pray to eat something horrible so I can throw up and go home
of course i remember
she said, “have your daughters and your parents, let them live a good life with you” she said, “i’m glad you’ve called me erratic, your mom always said i’m a crazy wife” she said, “i’ve done my work, i raised two girls past 18 years of their lives, raised two bitches as children” she said, “i can’t be here anymore” she...
i used to have this amazing group of friends and i just screwed it up and i just always screwed really great things up. and now i just feel replaced. now i just feel gone. i am gone. i just want to cry. get it over with. pretend i never had that sense of family with those people. just pretend they never existed. i’m gone. i’m replaced. i’m forgotten. just leave me alone.
i can’t decide if legally blonde is supposed to be inspirational or a mockery of stupid people
overtheearth:
when you hurt someone, you teach them how to hurt someone else.
jackstapose:
““I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The...
sl—p:
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via casimirpulaskiday)
i want you.
i don’t understand why you obsess over confusing me and making me want to cry. it’s hard to just act like it’s all a joke.
