Heaven exists.
It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
Hell exists.
It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.
― Heaven and Hell (via fassadenmensch)

(Source: unpoeticheartbreak)

I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care.

― (via allhopeisgon-e)


*aggressively cares about you but doesn’t want to be clingy about it*

You punish yourself for being yourself.
― (My counselor)

(Source: onceadoring)

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

―  For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)


11:11 I wish boys weren’t so FUCKING STUPID


An artist is a creature driven by demons
― William Faulkner, during an interview with Jean Stein (1956)

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i am so tired and i just want my hair played with

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
― Anne Sexton  (via sorceria)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

all im interested in right now is laying in bed and kissing a lot

(Source: sadfriends)


Current status: not being kissed or riding a dragon this is unacceptable

I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.
― Jongup (x)

(Source: moonjongupsays)

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
― Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments  (via floricawild)

(Source: quotethat)