(Source: onedirection-slo, via the-brightlights)
A lot has changed, and it feels damn good:)
(via hobnobs)
Have you ever fallen in love with someone you met inside a book?
(Source: juliettetang, via womenreading)
Don’t you worry you’re pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard.
Do people ever leave you, or do you hold on to them forever? How can you truly feel something for someone in a pure manner when fear of judgments and other people’s outspoken personalities are a fact of life? Where the hell did personal choices go and why is it also waiting to see how situations pan out? You can say that you are taking charge and not just waiting around and you may make the call but you’re no where near finding an end or solution, your just adding to the mix. Is there ever an end? Who the fuck answers these questions?
I wish there was an option in life where you could physically see all of your relationships and their strength. Ambiguity is the hardest thing. I can’t tell if I’m holding on strong or if it’s slipping through my fingers. I’d just like to know, so I can prepare myself for the loss.
Haven’t been on here in a while, probably because I actually haven’t been super upset recently. Yippee, normalcy. :)
disconnected. blank. homesick. blah. bare. moments of emotional outbursts. back to blank. tired. bland. blank. homesick. empty. scared. blank. empty. bare. headache. bare. blah. tired. homesick. blank. blah. empty. drunk. blank. blah. empty. frustrated. blank. blah. empty. disconnected.
(via thehipsterkids)
“I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible—-
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.”Charles Bukowski
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via requiemfortheforgotten)
