I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
― (via chuckhansen)
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
― Note to self (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
  • me: i need to sleep
  • me: *masturbates*
  • And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
    ― For Women who are difficult to love, Warshan Shire (X)

    rapunzelie:

    do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals

    You had my hand in your hand
    You had my lip in your teeth
    You had my heart on your sleeve
    You had a chance to breathe
    But boy, you wouldn’t let your fear recede
    So I moved on

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