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Flower at the Eden Project
I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand.
Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why 

(Source: loveless-people)

ARTIST: Volcano Choir
ALBUM: Repave
TRACK: Comrade

PLAYS: 7,235 plays

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you’d gone
and let the world spin madly on

When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.
Unknown

(Source: hopeinspiresme)

She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.
Julia Gregson

(Source: madaeli26)

naeive:

i’m not a real person just a color you see in the sky at 5AM after a night of speaking to ghosts and flirting with demons, where do you live? angels ask and i laugh and tell them i haven’t for years.

webmd:

let me sleep in ur stupid t-shirts and hold ur dumb hand u piece of shit

I wait and ache.
Sylvia Plath

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

nerkmid:

i can feel myself getting angrier everyday i’m either becoming an adult or the incredible hulk

Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

And I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept.
David Berman, “Self Portrait at 28”

(Source: yousoldtheworld)

I want you everywhere, by my side and between my thighs.
I want your flowers in my hair and your name under my nails.
I want you with me, your sugar in my tea, my eyelashes on your sheets.
Write your name on me, when my heart breaks, I want it to be blinding.
Du, J.M.

(Source: lushpuppy)

They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me. I want to do things―I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca. I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak. I think my life’s ambition is to see a yak. I want to bargain for trinkets in an Arab market in some distant, dusty land. There’s so much. But, most of all, I want to do things that will mean something.
Lisa Ann Sandell

(Source: splitterherzen)

You moved from Boston to Paris into a little apartment on the rue du Faubourg-Saint-Denis. I showed you our neighborhood, my bars, my school. I introduced you to my friends, my parents. I listened to your texts, your singing, your hopes, your desires, your music. You listened to mine. My Italian, my German, a bit of Russian. I gave you a walkman. You gave me a pillow. And one day, you kissed me. Time went by, time flew and everything seemed so easy, so simple, so free, so new, so unique. We went to the movies, we went dancing, we went shopping, we laughed, you cried, we swam, we smoked, we shaved, you screamed; sometimes for no reason, or for a reason. Yes, sometimes for a reason. I brought you to the academy, I studied for my exams, I listened to your singing, to your hopes, your desires, your music. You listened to mine. We were close, so close, ever so close. We went to the movies, we swam, we laughed. You screamed, sometimes for a reason and sometimes without. Time went by, time flew. I brought you to the academy, I studied for my exams. You listened to my Italian, German, Russian, French. I studied for my exams. You screamed, sometimes for a reason. Time went by for no reason. You screamed for no reason. I studied for my exams, my exams, my exams. Time went by, you screamed, you screamed, you screamed. I went to the movies.
Unknown

(Source: roadmovies)