Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.
James Frey (via unconcernedteenblogger)
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
It worries me how relieved I am when I get a text from you because it shows me how desperate I am for you to care.
7/1/14 (via phyxiated)
You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.
We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
I’ve spent all this time trying to learn how to love myself. Eight years later, and I’ve finally realized, I don’t know who I am anymore.