January 2011
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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
—Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I want people to love me, but it’s not going to hurt me if they don’t.”
—Drew Barrymore (via daphneemarie)
Yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.
“We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.”
—Eleanor Roosevelt (via mikeycdavis)
“We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need.” —The Shins, A Comet Appears. (via sculptthebones)
But the lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need.” —The Shins, A Comet Appears. (via sculptthebones)
Listen
Mr. Brightside - The Killers
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.
