geryone:

ALT

i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer

i-will-recover-tomorrow:

fa1rygh0st:

being alone is much better than constantly be waiting for that inevitable moment to come where everyone finally leaves you

itssomayaa:

“My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but l’m not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”

Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith.

core-bands:

deathgasmic:

hope i annoy you but in like a cute way

naturalonehuman-deactivated2021:

It’s me, your local massive fucking idiot

indiandaughter:

i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me

chaoticenyo:

I’m so tired of being too much to handle and never enough to love.

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day/Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath/C.J. Hauser, The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays/ Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

fairydrowning:

“I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”

– Charles Bukowski

ilurvyer:

Well i Love you if that helps

straightboyfriend:

growing up lonely gave me brain damage