It’s funny because I don’t even “get” myself. I don’t know why I’m so unhappy. I don’t choose to be. I feel perfectly fine and content and alive and then I don’t. I don’t know why. I’ve felt better these past few weeks than I have in a long, long time- and then it all comes crumbling down because I set myself up to feel like I can’t...
it’s the way she wears her dress and bats her eyes that makes you fight the truth in lines of cheesy love songs… oh, your favorite ones. it’s the way she’s not who you thought she would be, but she remains a mystery that you haven’t figured out, but you wouldn’t want to.
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just...– (via herarbitrarymusings)
gossipgran: boys are so nice my favorite kinds are the ones that smell good i love boys
Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too...– Zooey Deschanel (via sugar-and-heartbreak)
theoncomingsagan: a haiku about going to school tomorrow: no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
honestly. i don’t know what to do anymore. i have never felt this way before. i don’t even know how i feel. i feel nothing and everything all at the same time and i wish i didn’t. i wish i had friends. i have one friend who hasn’t decided to ditch me. seriously and i am so thankful i have her but it still sucks. apparently people who i once also called my best friends have...