May 2013
no one ever likes me as much as i like them and that’s it
“She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via fuckyeahdepressingshit)
nakednumbstupidstaying:
I fought too hard for you. While I was battling your demons, mine drowned me. Why didn’t you fight too?
lavitael-bella:
If people knew the thoughts that I hold for myself they would no longer see as the “confident, outgoing, care free” girl they see me as. It’s almost as if I’m lying to each person I meet because what I may seem on the outside is far from what I feel on the inside. I’m a mess, a complete utter mess.
I just want to write myself a world and go live in it
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via eroticasa)
‘Hurt myself again to day, and the worst part is that there is no one else to blame.’
I don’t want to be this way anymore. I don’t want to be sad, I don’t want to constantly be afraid of losing someone, sitting in fear. I hate it. I was so different last year. Sure I was sad, but I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t afraid of losing someone every second they weren’t around me. Death did this to me. Death made me careless, cold hearted, fragile, and weak. I...
“I am afraid of getting older… I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from...”
– Sylvia Plath, written in 1949 at age 17 (via vamoose)
“I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I...”
– James Frey (via litttlegremlin)
“I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from...”
– Ryan O’Connell (via litttlegremlin)
