Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to. Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of …
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i’ve never been good with worthy possesions. because i easily break them, careless that i am. which is why i ask you now, to fall with caution. i can’t say i won’t break you, careless that i am. for your sake: don’t give me your heart, or love. i don’t trust myself with it, and …
I want to be an Angel so bad. So then I can hear your prayers and finally do a goddamn thing about them. Kiddo I’ll take a pair of wings, please.
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty. Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
langleav: Lang Leav
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, …
“If you think that I cannot live without you,” she says to him, “you are so wrong.” “For I am not a flower, you are the not the sun,” She looks at him, “I don’t need your presence to bloom.” Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #162 // I do not need you (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
hellopastelplush: Please?