I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.

There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
I Wrote This For You, Iain S. Thomas (via sne)

(via childoflust)


If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.
Frank Zappa  (via childoflust)

(via childoflust)


Hand off your dreams to others and they’ll turn into nightmares.
Joaquin Capehart  (via childoflust)

(via childoflust)


It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.
Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why  (via childoflust)

(via childoflust)


Be careful of how strong you become… the Universe will ask you to use that strength.

Sometimes I stare at the sun until I cry. It’s like loving you.

I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

The saddest word in English: Stay.
6-Word Story #49 (via perfect)

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You’re twenty-one or twenty-nine and your heart’s been broken somewhere between four and twenty times—fetal-position-on-the-bathroom-floor broken, real-country-music broken—and you don’t know how you can ever be expected to go on like this for fifty more years and change.
Jade Sylvan, “You Know How Sometimes You’re in Your Twenties in America” (via perfect)

(via hittings)


We didn’t just read poetry. We let it drip from our tongues, like honey.
Tom Schulman (via perfect)

(via hittings)


Sometimes she seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so intensely, had so little capacity to filter out pain that everyday events often seemed unbearable to her. Paradoxically it is also that skinlessness which makes a poet. One must have the gift of language, of course, but even a great gift is useless without the other curse: the eyes that see so sharply they often want to close. Her eyes were astoundingly blue and astoundingly sharp. Nothing escaped her. She saw everything, and since most of what there is to see in the world is painful, she often lived in pain.
Erica Jong, Remembering Anne Sexton (via perfect)

(via hittings)


It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more.
Richard Brautigan (via perfect)

(via hittings)


men

want to fix you
save you
or fuck you

I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved.

Jeanann Verlee, “Men”
(via perfect)

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