19th Oct 14 • 1,470 notes • Reblog
"Why must I punish myself, or save myself, by pretending I am stupid and can’t feel?"
19th Oct 14 • 10,074 notes • Reblog
"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."
18th Oct 14 • 184 notes • Reblog
"“You come and see me among flowers and pictures, and think me mysterious, romantic, and all the rest of it. Being yourself very inexperience and very emotional, you go home and invent a story about me, and now you can’t separate me from the person you’ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it’s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same,” she added. “My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she’s fond of. But I won’t have you do it about me, if I can help it.”
“You can’t help it,” he said.
“I warn you it’s the source of all evil.”
“And of all good,” he added.”"
— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
17th Oct 14 • 1 note • Reblog
There are people who have so much to give, but I am not one of those people.
16th Oct 14 • 442 notes • Reblog
"Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room."
16th Oct 14 • 35,809 notes • Reblog
"It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand."