My throat is on fire. I don’t know if it’s the vomiting or the cigarettes or if it’s just all the things I wish I could say to you.

— I’m obsessed with this, omfg. - thinsters (via perfect)

31st July, ThursdayReblog
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.

— Anonymous (via wnq-writers)

31st July, ThursdayReblog
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s - backshelfpoet (via perfect)

31st July, ThursdayReblog
You are more home than
the house I live in.
31st July, ThursdayReblog
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

— Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)

30th July, WednesdayReblog
When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

— Albert Camus, from The Stranger (via violentwavesofemotion)

30th July, WednesdayReblog
I’m in love with the parts of you that have the power to completely destroy me
21st July, MondayReblog
I am tired. But who isn’t these days?
21st July, MondayReblog