I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?
(via unmaiden)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land”


Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via kushandwizdom)

dv-nt:

I just wanna make out and cuddle in our underwear, is that so much to ask?

cancune:

ohdear-prongs:

The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real

#THIS IS SO ACCURATE 

One time, I took more pills than I can remember and accepted I’d be dead within the hour. Don’t ever call me weak.


Michael Lee - Waking Up Naked (via clap-hands-two-guns)

(Source: isaidpleasedontfindmyurl)

-annoying:

i want flawless eyebrows and $100,000

No matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in your bedroom, in a car, or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in.
Dan Campbell (via stevenbong)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
Leonardo da Vinci (via kushandwizdom)
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