And sometimes it’s late at night and the rest of the world is asleep, while I lie awake in bed and think of you. And other times my memories of us accompany my morning coffee. You are in every cigarette puff, every vodka tonic. You are in all these substitutions I use to shadow the fact that you’re not here, how I long for you to be, and how I hate you for your absence. We were something special once. But now you’re just clutter, taking up space and building up dust. (via thosechappedlips)
Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see. Criss Jami (via psych-quotes)
"You’re not a shepherd, you’re just a sheep."
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them. Sylvia Plath (via aestheticintrovert)
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass. Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments (via h0lycake)