You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d...– Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart”
i never really liked my name much until i found out what it tastes like when you sigh it into my mouth
When I waked, I cried to dream again.– William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 3, Scene 2
I dream about having a house by the water and not doing anything, not feeling...– Lee Pace
She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach...– Ryū Murakami
I need someone to hold me tight and tell me softly that everything is going to be okay. I need someone to hug me so tight my insides hurt. I need someone, anyone because I can’t find myself anymore. And the more I open up, the lonelier I feel.
Goodbye tumblr, it was a good three years. I’d always come on here when my days got really dark. I remember I used to have friends on here but I never made the effort to keep it going. I loved the afternoons I’d spend hours pouring through pages of pure beauty. Or cry to a blue page when I got sad and when I almost wanted to end my life. How I would jot down each time I would swallow...
heronqueenblues: on the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit but just like an onion when you peel off more layers you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying