January 2011
“To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.”
– Calvin & Hobbes (via quote-book)
i want to be beautiful. i want to wear the right clothes and get noticed. i want to be a magnet. because some people are magnets, you know. they hook you and draw you like a fish on a fishing line. they know pretty words and pretty phrases and they can love you like a hurricane. what can i do? i want to be beautiful. i want to be porcelain. i want dark hair and big eyes. and i want you to miss me...
December 2010
that awkward moment when you start to think about going back to school with no friends again and you actually feel physically sick.
“There is a pleasure sure
In being mad, which none but madmen know.”
– John Dryden, English writer (via betterwordsthanmine) (via quote-book)
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...”
– T.S. Eliot (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
fade, hopes. not violent in their passive failure. let go, do not grasp or clutch, you will only scar your hands, love. and this will leave a bruise, undoubtedly. but bruises shape us and aches make us who we are.
oh.
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that awkward moment when you’re looking at the boy you like and he looks at you and you look away and your heart starts to beat really fast.
oh wait, that’s just me.
i know next to nothing about you. and i want to know everything.
“honest to God, i will break your heart, tear you to pieces and rip you apart.”
– 30 seconds to mars.
everything is cataclysmic now.
everything’s happening too damn fast and i’m trying to make sense of it and i just can’t do it. i can’t figure out me, i can’t figure out you, i can’t make sense of why i have to feel this. why God has put me here. i’m trying not to cry as much. trying not to break down like i do far, far too much. but sometimes i need...
