"I wish to weep but sorrow is

stupid.

I wish to believe but belief is a

graveyard."

// c.bukowski //

 

‘do you want to know the worst part about walking away?’ she asks him.

‘it’s hoping that they’ll run after you. that they’ll stop you and tell you not to leave. that they’ll beg you to stay. that they’ll tell you they need you,’ she says. ‘but they never do. you never did.’

isthislivingg:

Daily reminder:
If they wanna talk to you, they will. If they wanna be with you, they will. If they wanna make things work, they will. Don’t let things be one sided. It’s not healthy, and it’s not fair to you.

omfgsid:

My 4 year old brother told me he was scared to grow up and cried for like 10 minutes straight

finally I asked why he was so scared

and he said he was scared of drinking coffee

coffee

have you ever considered that we lead ourselves on? we overthink everything; every touch, every look, every text. we create scenarios in our minds and imagine ourselves with that person, building it into something it isn’t, something it never was. maybe we need to stop passing the blame, maybe we break our own hearts.

(via ineptmuse)

You forgot about me for two months and then showed up one day and said you missed me.

(29/365) by (KJ)

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.

(via consciuos)

I don’t know if true happiness
Is a thing
I don’t believe it’s a
State of mind
I believe
Happiness
Is moments like
Seeing an old friend
Or opening a birthday present.
Happiness is seconds, minutes maybe
hours long
But it is not
A constant.
If it was a constant then there would be
Nothing special about it
And everyone would want to be
Something more then happy
And I can’t imagine how unattainable that would be.

Sad can be a constant (via nobody-told-mee)