January 2011
Sometimes sadness is felt after another glass of...
brokenmachine:
“You think you can’t go on anymore. Sure you trusted this person and you gave them all you had to offer. But they betrated you anyway. You are vastly hurt. Well it is because you are human, because you have feelings you carry emotions with you and you have the right to be hurt, to feel hurt. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are not able to feel this pain, don’t let anyone tell you...
December 2010
theseviolentdelights:
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
—
Neil Gaiman (via simply-quotes)
i have a hard time seeing pictures of friends back home. especially ones taken from gatherings over the holidays, birthdays, or any other major events. for whatever reason, it makes me feel completely left out. i dont know why i feel that way. i mean, i was the one who moved away and i cant say i made much effort to keep in touch either.
so i said my goodbyes and welcomed socal with not-so-open...
They didn't agree on much, in fact, they rarely...
365thoughts:
— The Notebook
and here i thought i’d always be the best part of your day…
her heart has created an addiction
watercolortears:
Anonymous asked: I live off his love. I wish I didn’t.
You live off his love, feeding the addiction you wish did not exist. You want to be free, but he makes the injections into your frail heart. You feel the needles penetrate his elixirs— you can’t breathe again. Your feet walk into a never-ending cycle; you cannot stop this. You live off his love, feeding the addiction that...
“dont ever tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everybody”
– holden caulfield / catcher in the rye
her heartstrings are plucked one by one
watercolortears:
You stick pins and needles through me, Thinking they will penetrate my heart. Was I just a little rag doll to you? Pluck the heartstrings one by one, So you can hurt me when you do it that way, And isn’t that what you’ve wanted all along? To hear me sing the words you pine With agony and exuberance in my voice Your smiles leave silent scars on my skin. Oh, how cruel you truly are...
her lines are always the same these days
watercolortears:
I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m lying. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. I’m doing okay. Don’t believe me. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Don’t worry about me. Don’t worry about me....
52hearts:
Dear You,
I know it’s silly to wonder these things, but I can’t help it. In no way am I ready to get married right now, but I wonder all the time who I’m going to end up with, the one who will be my forever, you know? What type of person you’ll end up being, if you’ll have any similarities to any of the men I’ve previously let into my life and my heart, if you’ll truly accept me for...
