even if i fucking hate you i won’t send you anon hate because my parents didn’t raise me in the jungle




"I’m only quiet because I’m worried that if you push me too far, one day I will open my mouth and I will scream so loudly, it will shatter and break the whole world.


My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time

I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.

I run through snow and turn around
just to make sure I’ve got a past.



 too much silence can make anyone feel lonely. too much noise can do the same.



Before you can grow up, you must fall in love 3 times.
Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.
Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve.
And once you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be.
And when you’re through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that you needed the most.
But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.



Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.


end-lessnothing:

Go away! by prescience on Flickr.

"I never fell in love with you. I just fell."


wildify:

my edit. excerpt from I Wrote This For You. 
successed:

Love/Hate. by prescience on Flickr.

The horror you face today will become the funny story you tell tomorrow.

You and I both know, the dark doesn’t make the bruises disappear.
It just makes them harder to see.


And what still shocks me, is how often the thing that hurts you, looks like the thing that helps you.

 i have two moods hungry and ugly
and tired but that’s a combination of the two

the only reason i stay inside all day is to avoid the paparazzi 

hyperbole is my favorite literary device i use it like 600 times a day


Goodbye my almost lover
goodbye and fare thee well
I’ve loved you like no other
but therein lies my hell.
Now as I stand above you
tears cascade from reddened eyes
you’re in my thoughts in all I do
each tiny tear I cry
Goodbye my almost lover
you’ve always been the one
there will never be another
till we meet in Gods Kingdom

"Blogging  is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money." 


"buying presents for people who aren’t obsessed with anything is fucking impossible…
what
do you
LIKE?
DO YOU EVEN LIKE ANYTHING?"








SOME NIGHTS I STAY UP WRITING AN ESSAY THAT I SHOULD’VE STARTED THREE WEEKS AGO


Do you ever follow someone and you just
want to establish some sort of friendship with them and ask if they want to talk some time and just get closer but you just cAN’T DO IT


I love getting to know people, I love knowing what their favourite colour is or why Autumn in their favourite season. I like noticing peoples faces when they laugh, or how their eye colour changes in the light. I love noticing things that people don’t normally notice, and remembering them.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt— you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling— like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough, but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?”

christmas is so close i can almost smell the mistletoe im not going to be kissed under

hungry isnt even a feeling for me anymore its become a personality trait

“I don’t love him, and he definitely doesn’t love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist.”

“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too.”

“What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.”

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star,’ I said. ‘It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.”

“I did not need to know if he could love me.
I needed to know if he could need me.”

“She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should bewith what could be.”



i’m in love with far too many people i’ve never met
How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep


There are all sorts of experiences that we can’t really put a name to. Words are like nets - we hope they’ll cover what we mean, but we know they can’t possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

I couldn’t believe
you were capable 
of stealing all the
bright from my life.

The scars on your wrist

match the ones on

my heart, and I guess

that means we were

made for each other.

And I can miss you

until it hurts, and I can

let the distance cover me

in new scars.

I spent my life wishing
on falling stars when
I should’ve been busy
wishing on you.
I would take them all
back - the stars, the
birthday candles, the
late night wishes at
11:11 - if it meant that
my wish for you
would come true.

I fell in love with you on a 
Wednesday, and since then
it’s been my favorite day
of the week.

I heard once that
every time a heart breaks

an angel loses its wings.

Maybe it’s not a coincidence

that I can’t fly.


For some reason
I still haven’t stopped
loving you.And though you’llnever know it,I think I always will.

i can feel my lungs
moving
and i can hear my heart
beating
but you can’t see me
breathing
and you can’t see it
breaking
so does that mean
it’s not real?



I could tell you
the story of the girl
who fell in love
at the wrong time
with the wrong person
and how it ruined her. But you were never
one for stories, were you?


I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around."

tra-noi:

John Reynolds. Trouble with Words (oil pen on canvas; 15 x 15 cm). 2009.
(via 1301PE Gallery, L.A.)







HE SPENT HIS WHOLE LIFE RUNNING AWAY, AND PART OF HIM STILL WANTED TO RUN.

seaweedbrainxwisegirl:

coach hedge logic

USUALLY WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS CREATING SOMEONE FROM MY IMAGINATION, IT TURNED OUT I WAS REMEMBERING SOMEONE I’D FORGOTTEN OR SOMEONE STANDING SO CLOSE I COULDN’T SEE HER AT ALL.

“I let myself have feelings for you despite not knowing how this would end.”

Something, Maybe by Elizabeth Scott




If Your’e Not the One | Daniel Bedingfield

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

Little Miss Sunshine

If You’re Not the One | Daniel Bedingfield

If You’re Not the One | Daniel Bedingfield

We’ve been acting as if things would never change.

They told us that love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end.

Somehow, the pain only makes it better, more intense, more worth it.

That’s the whole point, after all: There’s no going back.

…different people, different worlds, two stars revolving silently, separated by thousands of miles of dark space.

You came from different starts and you’ll come to different ends

It’s like there’s a glass wall between us now, invisible but impenetrable.

You don’t see. You don’t know.

It’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems.” 

The most dangerous sickness are those that make us believe we are well.




"There are times in life
where a single brush of skin
can change everything.


my entire life could be summed up in the word “oop


You unfollow me because you’re afraid of falling in love with me, I know

the heat of my computer evens out the coldness of my heart

I take super hot showers because I like to practice burning in hell.


  • person 1: i can draw really well
  • person 2: i'm really athletic
  • person 3: i write really well
  • person 4: i'm fucking gorgeous
  • person 5: i'm hilarious and likable
  • person 6: i can dance really well
  • me: i can breathe really well!

  • You’re allowed to scream, you’re allowed to cry, but do not give up.


  • If you died, it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

  • my english teacher: your essay isn't very well put together
  • me: my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations

  • The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them

  • me writing an essay: I have absolutely no fucking clue what I am writing but it sounds smart


  • Me after just cleaning my room: Wow, I am never letting my room get messy again!
  • The next day: has anyone seen my bed

  • fact: you eat 28 spiders in your lifetime. always 28. if you are about to die and you have only eaten 3 then 25 spiders arrive at once

  • math test: a farmer plants 7 crops of tomatoes and 3 crops of carrots what is the probablity his moms name is leslie
  • history test: the american civil war ended in 1865, explain how this had a defining role in the extinction of dinosaurs
  • literature test: explain what the author meant by, "the apple was as red as an apple"
  • physics tests: the aliens ate 3.4 doughnuts. their crumbs fell to the Earth because of gravity. calculate how many penguins are eating pancakes at the speed of light.

  • You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.


  • my laptop battery is dying but then again so am I

  • Buying stuff online gives me a reason to live for another 5-7 business days.

  • do you have 11 protons because you are sodium fine

  • you could answer almost anything with “not since the accident” 
    Actually, you can’t.
    Not since the accident.


    how do you tell a guy politely you want to push him against a wall and make out with him
    this wall looks nice, but i think it’d look better with you against it



    I’m really good at keeping secrets because five minutes later I forget what you told me because I don’t care


    Since most of us are in bed with our laptops I like to think it means we’re kind of in bed together
    Not to mention some of us are naked.



    stop making seminarians so attractive, it makes me question my morals or what’s left of them anyway