I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.– Frédéric Chopin (via decembrist)
I am home sick. But, a house is not a home. Home is where the heart is. So, I am sick for my heart. Yet, I do not know where it is.
thickbrowsensei: Well ya know just waiting on season two of Korra
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.– Charles Bukowski (via avocadoghost)
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.– J.D. Salinger; Seymour - An Introduction (via allmymetaphors)
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.– Kurt Vonnegut (via veeking)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...– Charles Bukowski (via theriverrunsuntilitsdry)
I was really disappointed when I turned 16 and my grandmother didn’t tell me I was the crown princess of genovia
grrrlfever: wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time
describe me the way an author would in a book
The club can’t even handle me right now.– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
keep-itsurreal asked: You're so cute!
oohtheyhavenibbles: I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT GLOSTER CANARIES AND I’M GONNA CRY LOOKIT THEM THEY HAVE BOWLCUTS BOWLCUTS LOOK AT THAT SMUG LITTLE FUCKER WITH HIS FUCKING BOWLCUT
talaem: “don’t be shy” thanks u cured me
I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.– Meredith Grey (via ikenbot) (via iriemari)