I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
Sylvia Plath (via subtrist)
(via rememberthedaaze)
when reading, we don’t fall in love with the characters’ appearance. we fall in love with their words, their thoughts, and their hearts. we fall in love with their souls.
(via owls-and-shit)
I don’t understand why some people aren’t okay with sitting at home doing nothing like why do you need to be with your friends constantly don’t you ever want time to yourself jesus christ
(via mockingbirdies)
click ‘+’ for a better dash :)
(via mylifeasnatalia)
- me: omg i have so much stuff to do
- me: i don't even have enough time for all this
- me:
- me: *opens tumblr*
there is a knocking at my window i wonder if it is a boy come to confess his love for me
it is a confused bird
(via prettywhensmiling)
(via theaudacity--ofhope)
- *me at clothing store*
- cashier: ok that will be $237.53
- me: do you accept tears
(via beaauty-lies-within)
