"I became adept at being alone that when you crashed into my life, all I could do was stare at the wreck you’ve made. I didn’t know what to do… I never did know what to do with people."

I’m sorry I pushed you away (via carpels)

"Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right."

Charles Bukowski, Women (via feellng)

arcticdiscos:

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963
 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

arcticdiscos:

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963

 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

ARTIST: Ed Sheeran

TRACK: Stay With Me (cover) (rain)

PLAYS: 3,000

FUCK? MAKE LOVE.

“Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.”

“The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t…

knuffelvos:

wear your war paint

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your war paint and kick ass

ohawkguy:

the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.

"Tell me about your day, who made you laugh, who laughed at your joke, what made you laugh the most that it made your stomach feel tight and your nose crinkle. What did you eat for lunch and did you enjoy it. What upset you, made you hurt, feel sad. What made you happy, so happy that you smile so big you have to look away because you feel like an idiot from stretching the muscles in your face so much to your perfect smile. Tell me what made your heart stop, and what made it beat again. Who you talked to, and who you can’t stand. Don’t tell me the bullshit, “I had a good day”, I asked how your day went, not a statement of an adjective conjoined with part of the question."

(via mind-over-fears)

I am made of longing. Take me back to summer.

I am made of longing. Take me back to summer.

Waiting to feel real

Waiting to feel real