December 2011
We grow up learning about all these states and...
sorrowneverfades:
And when we look at a mountainside or a river, there is no line that divides people, no separation between yours and my kind. There is just the land, and the people that live on it—with all these imaginary things amok in their heads.
psychotaint:
I’m hopeless, I’m tragic, I’m broken, I’m frantic. You’re ruthless, you’re manic. I need you like sadness. I’m jaded, I’m jealous, I’m weakness, I’m sadness. You’re fearless, ferocious. Without you, I’m happiness.
I’m wasted, I hate it. Frustrated, frustrated. I’m worthless, you’re perfect, I’m so… Complicated.
Hang out on clouds.: “Have you ever gotten a... →
“Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred…
Maybe I should become a serial killer.
bluewafflewithsyrup:
Just get all my frustration and anger out of me.
“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath (via therainyresistance)
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around...”
– John Green (Looking For Alaska)
