"I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care."
— (via one-day-happiness-will-find-you)

(via diand-ra)

"I wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn’t hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me?…I guess I’ll never measure up to anyone’s expectations. I surely don’t measure up to what I’d like to be."
Beatrice Sparks, Go Ask Alice (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

"Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I’m afraid for myself…the old primitive urge for survival. It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain… remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder."
Sylvia PlathThe Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

(via wordsnquotes)

"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."
Paulo CoelhoBy the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

(Source: feellng, via diand-ra)

"I don’t have the prettiest face for you to see, or the skinniest waist for you to hold, but I do have the biggest heart to love you with."
— John Green, A Fault in Out Stars

(Source: psych-facts, via the-quiet-screams)

"I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine."
— Me, to you.

(Source: heartsworldsapart, via jewist)

"God, your voice.
I don’t think you’ll ever understand what your voice does to me."

(Source: venuspalms, via the-quiet-screams)

"I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out."

(Source: floweringo, via demonspreferus)

"His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire."
— Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

(Source: wonderwoman01, via demonspreferus)