“

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

Diane Les Becquets

(Source: -circa)

i’m so jealous of you

Richard Bach, Illusions

Richard Bach, Illusions

(Source: cant-love-alone)

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

burgrs:

if u smash snails on purpose ur a fuckin piece of shit they are tiny cuties trying 2 get somewhere as fast as they can pls help them out

(Source: fridaingels)

you are the best fucking motivation i could ask for

fuk u arrested development uGH

(Source: mtestify)

finding summer music fuck yeah

“

Unless you can be yourself, you won’t stay with anyone for long.

Sylvia Plath

(Source: thegirldanielle)

“

Why do you write? he inquired. And the first boy replied, I write so as to survive. It’s my parka in the winter, my cough syrup when I’m sick. It’s my anchor when I’m drowning at the bottom of the sea.

Fragment 73

(Source: writingsforwinter)