I wish I could just tell everyone how I feel. But they would never get it. So I keep annoying people here.

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when you see a map or a family tree at the front of a novel you know that shit is gonna get complicated


i just really need someone who’ll make my life interesting


the fact that teachers actually expect you to do homework is annoying

12 months, 4 seasons


You are my summer
the sun shining through the trees
the heat melting away all
of the bad. 
You are the spring
the flowers that bloom
after everyone thinks that 
they may have no future. 
You are the autumn, 
where leaves fall from trees
saddening them
but it leaves beauty for all
You are the winter
who finally shows the world in purity
given a new beginning to all mankind. 

Without You (day thirty)


I came out of the womb without you,
took my first steps without you.
Had my first and last cries without you
and had my first and last laughs too.
I got through preschool without you
and elementary school without you.
Graduated 8th grade without you,
and did all my homework too.
I grew up…

"There is no love without pain.”
— six word story #9 (via unlovable-bones)
"I don’t know how to tell you that I don’t think my heart is made for this place, but I don’t think I’ll be able to leave without saying goodbye. So I just keep my mouth shut and fall more in love with your face even though I keep turning my head every time you glance at my eyes.”
— K.P.K (via towritepoems)

I hope you never know that
I was such a bitch to you…

I’d like you to know that
I want to have forever with you,
even if I jeopardized you.

I love you, I love you,
but how could you love
someone like me?

— Baby, I’m cold. (b.f.n.)
"When people look back at their childhood fears, it tends to make them laugh.
Some people were afraid of spiders, others were afraid of the dark, and there were those who were afraid of their own shadow.
But my biggest fear when I was younger was being alone.
I wouldn’t jump in the pool if someone wasn’t already in it.
I wouldn’t play outside unless someone came out and played with me.
I wouldn’t walk along the dirt roads that trailed through the woods that surrounded my house unless someone walked with me.
Whenever someone wanted to stop playing a game, I would always stop too even if I wanted to continue playing.
I would always climb into bed with my mom in the middle of the night if I couldn’t fall asleep.
Most people grow out of their childhood fears (spiders, the dark, etc.), but me, I haven’t yet. I’ve just gotten better at coping with the fear that one day, many years from now, I might just be living in my own house and climbing into my own bed at night. Alone.”
Dreading Loneliness // Cicatrice (via wheremythoughtsare)
 Sometimes I love you so much that I want to climb to the top of a building and shout it to the world.
 Then jump just to see
 And sometimes I love you so little and so delicately
 That I need to hear your voice
 To remind me
 To keep you around.

You know what? I don’t care.

I don’t care about your opinion on my hobbies. If something makes me feel good, so be it. We don’t get many chances of that in this life. I know why I like it what I like and I have no need to explain it to you. You don’t have to understand me to respect me.

I don’t care about my job or having a job. I don’t like working. And I’m not sorry I’d rather spent my life on a road trip rather than stuck for eight hours every damn day in the same place. You don’t tell what I’m supposed to do. This is my life.

I don’t care about studying. I love learning but I don’t want to say what the teacher wants to hear. I have my own valid thoughts. And I can’t go through the stress of exams, which are just an instrument of a fucked up education system and have nothing to do with knowledge. You don’t tell me what’s learning and what’s not. Only I get to say what it’s useful to me and what isn’t.

I don’t care about other people. I’ve done it my whole life and it was a mistake. I lost so many things that I can’t recover. I lost myself and my ideas and the many good things I (just recently) believe I have. I don’t need your labels, I’ll make them myself the way I want them. You don’t tell me how I am supposed to be. I’m not here to fullfil your ideals.

You do not tell me how I feel. You do not tell me who I am. You do not complete me.

I decide how I feel. I decide who I am.

And I am complete.

I am whole. (via soldieroncas)