Sometimes at night in bed I dream, dream of all my life could be and all I could...– Lucy Sparrow (via shesayswolf)
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via talonshautslevresrouges)
when I hear people laughing
paranoia: They're laughing at you, all of them. They think you look weird. They think you look awful, like shit. They're laughing at you because you're ugly. They pity you. They're glad they are nothing like you at all, you freak.
Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good...– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via unbalancedforlife)
The universe is made up of stories, not atoms.– Muriel Rukeyser (via girlinlondon)
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are...– Sylvia Plath (via egosolus)