what if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my miiiiiinnd? one slip and falling back into the hedge maze, oh, what a way to diiiiiiee! i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts! without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?
Sylvia Plath
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
Virginia Woolf
“Bestfriend is someone who loves you when you forget to love yourself.”
— Unknown
the mood swings have been insane lately. one okay productive day costs me two weeks of grief and apathy and anger. hot girls get it
- lockscreen 🍂📜
Red Velvet Lockscreen
Feel My Rhythm
"what do you do for a living?" Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.
I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favourite
the tumblr and pinterest girlies have made me realize that i am not the only one thinking my silly thoughts and that we all in fact are crazy and share at least a third of our brain cells