Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.Tyler Kent White (via theangrytherapist)
The moon has nothing to be sad about,Sylvia Plath, from “Edge” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
Sometimes the best way to deal with shit… is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via bookmania)
What Else Is There | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
How can we love when our streets are running red?
When there is a three-year drought in
the state of California
but the golf courses stay green?
When our neighbors
are face down on the pavement?
When our country has its
hands up, screaming “don’t shoot?”
When “protect and serve” is a running joke?
When rapists are given a slap on the hand
and put back on the football team
in time for the new season?
When we wake up
to the sound of pregnant women
begging their bellies to not
burst anytime soon?
How can we love in this world?
when things are so fragile,
when we only have each other,
when “change” is a joke
we keep swigging in hopes
that it will get us drunk,
when it’s all we have left
can we not?
1.) People are capable of loving me.Ten Things I Know To Be True, (x)
2.) Nothing will ever feel as good as eating a grilled cheese at 4 am when I am surrounded by people I know care about me unconditionally.
3.) Smoking cigarettes does not make me a bad person.
4.) Sometimes I can’t accept something as fact until I hear someone else say it.
5.) There is nothing weak about fixing myself when I feel broken.
6.) I always have more friends than I think you do.
7.) I am allowed to continue loving people who have hurt me in the past.
8.) There is nothing wrong with moving on.
9.) Whiskey always tastes better when I am three drinks in.
10.) I am going to be okay.
A batch of wonderful book dedications.
The rain is fallinganonymous (via ghoulguide)
almost as quickly
as I fell for you.
All things truly wicked start from innocence.Ernest Hemingway (via quotes-shape-us)
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…Sylvia Plath (via wholelottaquotes)
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility. (via happinesslists)
I loved you before I ever touched you.(via light-another-one)
The quiet over the phone was strange. “Do you think it will always be this way?”Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (via varlandgear)
“I mean, when do we start feeling like the world belongs to us?”
I wanted to tell him that he world would never belong to us. “I don’t know,” I said. “Tomorrow.”
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.Tracee Ellis Ross (via broveria)
i like hurting you
i like knowing that
i can be the one to break someone
i feel powerful in that
i feel sexy
i feel alive
i am causing you pain
and i can read that pain on your face
and you still want me
mixed with that pain is emotion
so much fucking emotion
that i don’t goddamn understand
how can you care about me?
how can you care about me enough to let me hurt you?
to let me hurt you again?
how is it possible to care about someone that much?
especially when that someone is me
you deserve better
and for that
i am sorry
you deserve a girl
who will not break you
and more than that
you deserve a girl who will not enjoy it
i’ve always been a masochist
but your love has taught me
the joy of being a sadist