February 2012
“La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)”
– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
“Grammar is the difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit.”
– My flammable roommate’s fabulous writing professor (via commodore-sparklebutt)
I feel like shit.
I just want to die. Or run away and never come back. I want to sit at the piano and play and sing every single song that comes to my head. I want to pretend that our relationship was fun, that you were happy. But I can’t shake this feeling that I was only an object. That I was nothing but someone to have sex with. Just like what my ex ex boyfriend said, he only wanted to have sex with...
“I chose to stay with him for all the things he’s done right; not the one thing...”
– The Vow (via ubhie)
“It is all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone...”
– Eartha Kitt (via phillyshenanigans)
why won't anyone ask me to prom
m0thswings:
like why am I SUCH an unappealing creature from the deep I just don’t understand.
Whatever. I don't even care.
You can do what you want. She can do what she wants. And I can do what I want. There were so many things wrong with our relationship and I know that, I just can’t seem to remember them all the time. But I know deep in my heart that nothing was perfect and that it never would be. and it never will be! So its okay, I’m slowly getting over it. Someday I’ll find someone who...
