Random thoughts are random. So am I.

Nothing can bring me down.
I won't lift my feet off the ground.

 

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.

bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via feellng)

I feel nothing
or
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse.

2 am thoughts (via froze-by-desire)

Journal. Pen. Cigarettes light up.


It’s time.

The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.

Unknown (via flowerbrain)

(Source: ultrafacts)

thegirl-inred:

toned-tanned-fit-andready:

v0nlaust:

caliiforniadreaming-xo:

gothicstan:

localised:

do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle of the night while everyone else is fast asleep and just walk places and to be completely alone and entirely dedicated to your thoughts

yes but the problem is i dont want to get murdered u feel me

i feel you 

we all feel you 

why are so many people touching me

This is why you don’t walk around in the middle of the night

A letter given to me a few months ago but this was written 6 years ago. A few weeks before he left for his trip to heaven.

This is the only tangible thing I have that will remind me of you. I will always be amazed on how you lived your life. How you were able to fulfill a lot of things at a very young age. You’re supposed to turn 24 in a few days.

It’s been 6 years but everyday I still wish I can make it up to you. I was a horrible horrible person. I was very selfish and very insensitive. And you knew all along that I didn’t love you as much as you did yet you still loved me selflessly. Everyday, I wish I can still hug you and tell you how sorry I am. I don’t deserve you. I always wished that you had loved someone else, someone who can give you what you really deserve.


I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry. :’(

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

Vladimir Nabokov (via feellng)

People don’t always want to be with people. It gets tiring.

Emma Donoghue, Room (via feellng)

VERY TIRING.

People don’t always want to be with people. It gets tiring.

Emma Donoghue, Room (via feellng)

VERY TIRING.

Tomorrow night, you’ll be reading the first and probably the only letter I will give you.
I’ve told you a lot of things and you know my deep darkest secrets yet I never get the chance to tell you how much you mean to me because everytime I kept on trying to tell or show it you, you kept on telling me that I should not treat you that way.
Hopefully, after you read everything you’ll finally understand and you’ll finally let me treat you based on how much you really mean to me.

The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.

Daniell Koepke (via buhaybabae)

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement)