Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.– Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via larmoyante)
I think I fell in love with you tonight. Seeing you broken and hurt and full of regret. A human being cut completely open and vulnerable; well, that is a beautiful thing.
I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is...– Clémence Poésy (via e-vaporate)
why is everything so hard why won’t i take help from anyone i need help
for you i’d bleed myself dry
In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has...– Robert Brault (via fakeville)
parscilla: instead of publicly shaming girls for wearing shorts on an 80 degree day you should teach teachers and male students to not overly sexualize a normal body part to the point where they apparently cant function in daily life
Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.
whatever forever: daniellemertina: in my... →
daniellemertina: in my experience men don’t really like independent women. they like that watered-down patriarchal version of “woman independence” that lil boosie raps about. “she got her own house she got her own car” but they don’t like the real kind of independence. emotional…
Everyone always wants an answer and wants me to make a damn decision. Why can’t we just let life take us where it wants us to and go with the flow? Why do I always have to be the decider of my fate? I just wanna be along for the ride and let whatever happen, happen.
When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great...– Osho (via ifounditinadream)
“One day you said lets get married and the next day I could barely get you to tell me you love me..”
We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t...– Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore (via lykereally)
John was the kindest person I ever knew. He was the only one of the four of us...– Ringo Starr (via beatlesneveroutofstyle)
artsysauce: sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my motivation
THE ONLY PEOPLE FOR ME ARE THE MAD ONES, THE ONES WHO ARE MAD TO LIVE, MAD TO...– Jack Kerouac, ON THE ROAD
I’m always there whenever anyone needs to talk at 3 am or needs to get coffee and vent to me or go get someone when they’re crying their eyes out. What happens when I need someone? I’m a strong person but I can’t handle all of this on my own. Who do I go to?
I have been so emotional lately. I cannot escape my thoughts.