I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could...– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (chap 7) (via andeventhis) (via quotewhore)
(Just a thought)
It isn’t love that’s all too dangerous. It’s the infatuation that love so often builds upon. A shoddily constructed lower level that is apt to give at the slightest dis-ease or push. Infatuated, the person sits within a sickly place that gives rise to obsession, uneasiness, and a strange illusion of another one particular person having the ability to completely negate all...
“You can hold any girl that you like, fall in love when it’s easy at night, but you’ll wake up wonderin’ why she ain’t ever something better…”
Maybe it’s because you’re one of those people that believes that sometimes, the...– i wrote this for you (via gatekeeper)
Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about. It’s so simple. You’ve...– ~ The Lost Weekend (via gatekeeper)
“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them...
One Word Tag (Gimme a break, I'm bored)
Your Cell Phone? indestructible Your Hair? short Your Mother? Inspiring Your Father? Patient Your Favorite Food? Fresh Your Dream Last Night? Frustrating Your Favorite Drink? Tea Your Dream/Goal? Professor What Room Are You In? Dorm Your Hobby? Sewing Your Fear? Failure Where Do You See Yourself In Six Years? Graduated? Where Were You Last Night? Same Something That You Aren’t? Submissive...
You notice for the first time she has freckles. You didn’t know they still made...– Jay McInerney, Bring Lights, Big City (via laurataylor)