February 2012
18 posts
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”
—Chuck Klosterman (via cite-belle)
“Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.”
—Mark Slouka (via cavum)
The moment was golden. The days getting colder. So hear me say...
January 2012
25 posts
“Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons.”
— Henry Timrod
December 2011
37 posts
My body isn’t perfect.
I don’t walk in confidence.
I get fight with my parents.
I don’t live happily with my family.
I love my sister and my brothers.
Some nights I’d rather be myself than out partying.
I cry over the smallest thing sometimes.
There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs.
Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they’re not.
I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful.
I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep.
I constantly think that I’m not good enough.
I’m imperfect but I’m perfectly me.
Reading is sexy.
