viernes, 28 de noviembre de 2014

it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
7 Things I Wish Parents Would Stop Teaching Their Children:

  1. That nudity is inherently sexual
  2. That people should be judged for their personal decisions
  3. That yelling solves problems
  4. That they are too young to be talking about the things they’re already starting to ask questions about
  5. That age correlates to importance
  6. That interacting with someone of the opposite sex is inherently romantic
  7. That the default for someone is straight and cisgender

“There’s so much more to life than what you’re feeling now.”

“Sometimes you just can’t save someone from themselves.”
Dave Grohl, In response to Kurt Cobain’s suicide (via hidr0xide)

“I want you to feel something when you hear my name”
Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realize that you don’t anymore.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
— The six stages of falling in love with her. // 
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
— Joanne Harris,
I wonder if I look as empty as I feel
— Ten word stor
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
— Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol 

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
I wanted to kill myself and you were yelling about dirty dishes
If you gotta force it, just leave it alone. Relationships, friendships, ponytails.. Just leave it.
— Reyna Biddy 

I’ll be ninja and you’ll be ninja, deal? I try not to miss you this much but I can’t help it and there’s things that always want to tell you but I can’t. Apart of me will always miss you and ugh. I’ll stop

martes, 15 de julio de 2014

Your name hurts.
unlike you, the ache will not leave.
— feelings 9:38 p.m.
Do you ever wish you had a second chance to meet someone for the first time?
I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.
— Hunter S. Thompson 
I felt so much, that i started to feel nothing
To get over one addiction, you have to become addicted to something else.
“It’s not that people can’t love you if you don’t love yourself. It’s that you won’t feel it because it’ll always seem like you don’t deserve it.”
But It’s Not a Matter of Deserving 
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

Azar Nafisi
we are sixteen years old; we drink smooth vodka and smoke marijuana in rooms filled with incense and candlelight. we light cigarettes with cupped hands, holding experience in our palms. we fill our lungs with poison, swallowing numbered capsules, singing under our breath. we are sixteen years old; we cough when we laugh, we cry when we speak. in our memories, records crackle under the din of truth. we buy affection. margaritas in tin bottles, plastic bags in tattered sleeves, and bitter shots of smuggled bourbon are the expectations of our reality. we are sixteen years old; our secrets slip away under a sea of rebellion. we test tolerances and boundaries. on rainy nights, we lie under the stars with no words because we cannot speak. for fear of exposing ourselves. we jump at the echo of footsteps on carpet. we are sixteen years old; we believe our own invincibility until we fall. we blow smoke through our noses and wash the burn away with bitter drinks from stolen glass bottles. we make promises with bated breath and whisper sheltered names. we work to support habits and slip cash from hand to hand. we are sixteen years old; we weren’t meant to live this way. we are children in complex disguise. we know the underground of the city, the lines of our own palms, the crimes we commit easy as a breath in summer. we are not invincible but we believe that we are. we are not wrong, but nothing’s ever right. we are sixteen years old; and we do not know how to be.
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
— Unknown 

it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.
— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You
I’ll be ok. I just need time to be sad.
— 10 word story 

jueves, 10 de abril de 2014

My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
Well, let me give you some advice then: keep reading and writing, read anything you can because it will help you.
“I think perfection is ugly. I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.”
Yohji Yamamoto
I am not like
other people.
I am
burning in hell.
the hell of
— Charles Bukowski
i solve my problems by blatantly ignoring them and going on the internet
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
— Osho
“The sadness will last forever.”
Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)

it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again
we’re just 
suicidal kids
telling other
suicidal kids
that suicide
isn’t the 
I get lonely almost as quickly as I get sick of people.
— Nate Mask
*covers up real feelings with aggressive sarcasm*
You look at me
with disappointment in your eyes
but i warned you
from the start
i really am not
good enough
— f.a 
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet, I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time I care about a lot, I hate people but I develop crushes easily, I hate myself but at the same time I’m completely fabulous.
You punish yourself for being yourself.
I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.
— John Mayer

martes, 11 de marzo de 2014

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
— Kurt Vonnegut  
I didn’t like my name until you said it.
— Unknown

jueves, 27 de febrero de 2014

“I drank until you weren’t real.”
Six Word Story
“I am still drinking about you”
six word story

You were addicted to her
like alcohol
every single day 
you drank her up.
She was in
your veins
flowed through like blood.
Then you decided 
to go sober.
  1. Don’t ever tell anyone they look tired.
  2. Help people, and if you offer to help someone, follow though.
  3. Be kind to people who work in retail and food service.
  4. Let someone know you’re not interested.
  5. Actually “hang out sometime.”
  6. Be a little more honest.
  7. Stop calling each other mean names on the internet. 
  8. Send more letters (not emails) and gifts.
  9. Give more genuine complements. 
  10. Have more patience while waiting in lines.
— Almie Rose, 10 Little Things We Can Do To Make Life Easier For Each Other  
She tasted like alcohol and mistakes.
— Six Word Story 
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
“In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.”
Marya Hornbacher
“I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.” 

Waiting for Godot

i feel like i am only existing. i want to be living. i just constantly feel like i’m missing out on everything someone my age should be experiencing. having a tight group of friends, real love, endless nights. there’s plenty more. i feel like something’s holding me down and i’m wasting my life away and before you know it it’ll all be gone.

miércoles, 19 de febrero de 2014

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over.
— Unknown  
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favorite color.
— Anonymous 

I’m very perfectionistic and very lazy, which is a terrible combination.
— Robert Stone (

Tengo ganas de mentirte y decirte que no te quiero, pero a la vez quiero abrazarte y decirte que sin ti me muero
— Bipolar Mc
I drank until you weren’t real.
— Six Word Story (#12)
You remember too much", my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" 
And I said: “Where can I put it down?
— Anne Carson
I’m afraid I’m easy to forget.
cigarettes my darling
will cause your body to rot,
make you cough the night
make your lips turn blue

liquor my dear,
will shut down your liver,
make you forget,
make you regret.

lunes, 17 de febrero de 2014

He thinks she drinks too much, she thinks he thinks too much.
— Atmosphere

miércoles, 8 de enero de 2014

I miss you but I know I shouldn’t
My issue is I’m never anyone’s favorite. I’m not the favorite friend nor the favorite child nor the favorite student. I’m sort of there just to take up space. Because I’m never good enough. Nevermind good enough, I just want to be enough.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
— Ernest Hemmingway

jueves, 2 de enero de 2014

People get drunk, they hook up with the wrong person and pretend to be okay. People act tough and get mad. People will do anything to distract their heart. They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.
— November Depth

Go for someone who is proud to have you.
— Frank Ocean

The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you
— Neil deGrasse Tyson