inkskinned:

“I seem strong and confident on the outside, but I’m really sad and lonely on the inside.”

Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.
Sarah Dessen (via vacants)

(Source: vacants)


cyberfake:

Asleep by me

her-eyes-hide-it-all:

this is beautiful.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac (via stay-ocean-minded)

(Source: hellanne)


You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.
Crush (Richard Siken)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)



inkskinned:

“I’d probably be dead right now if it weren’t for my best friend.”

inkskinned:

“The love of my life is gone, and I am afraid that I am too old to start all over again- afraid that I will never love anyone else- afraid to get older alone.”

inkskinned:

“My girlfriend won’t talk to me and I think she’s really upset about something and she lives far away and won’t answer her phone. I don’t want to lose her but it’s more important that she is okay…”

inkskinned:

“I’m one month clean of cutting.”