I want so much, that there wouldn’t be anything left. I want to make you smile,...– people don’t forget.
Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size,...– Sufjan Stevens
I dream of a world where a smile isn’t a rare gift and where sadness isn’t a curse and where the two together make life worth living. where media doesn’t define friend or foe and doesn’t tell me how to look, how to feel, how to act and how to live. where a flower, a smile, a thought, a touch, a smell makes it all worth it and the hardest words are nothing but poetry that spills from our...
Ladies, let me give you some advice
ohgirl: You can throw all your stupid fucking chick-lit, self help, why-doesn’t-he-love-me books out because this is all you need to know: men will treat you the way you let them. there is no such thing as “deserving” respect; you get what you demand from people. If you demand respect, he will either respect you or he won’t associate with you. It really is that simple.
Beating me like a panic attack since you've gone....
it happened then, it happens now. you let me in, you let me down. and it feels like we can’t get out and it feels like hell.
the clouds are holding up the dawn they’re stilts or crutches, i can’t tell which one to keep the short days looking longer or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs. caught me looking through your eyes no, i’m not doing alright i’m just as stupid and desperate as i’ve always been
I absolutely refuse to sink with you anymore.
You simply do not and will never care. Why should I? You have successfully run out of life to suck out of yourself but that does not give you a right to start preying on me. You’ve pulled me lower than I ever cared to go. You’ve made a new home somewhere where I can’t reach you; where I can’t follow you. I’m sorry.
I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF RUNNING AWAY. NOW I’VE GOT SOMETHING I WANT TO PROTECT. IT’S...–
Here we are, all of us basically alone, separate creatures just circling each...– Booth, Bones S03E03 (via fightoffyourdemons-)
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you...– Johnathan Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via jessilaura)
let's get personal. shall we?
01 - Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is. I feel like I’m always going to be stuck in this endless process of loving until I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore. Until I can’t even see straight. Until it tears me apart. Until I hate every single piece of myself. Until they hate me back. 02 - Where you’d like to be in 10 years. I can’t...
It’s you. When all my dreams come true, the one I want next to me. It’s you.– One Tree Hill
The relationship you have with the world is just like any other relationship....
Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow...– — Margaret Atwood
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
Sometimes there aren’t words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean....– — Jodi Picoult
You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and...