March 2012
29 posts
أنا طائر غريب، لكنني لست حتى الطيور، وهذا أغرب...
theballadofdangermouse:
“I’m a strange bird, but I’m not even a bird, and that’s the strangest part.”
February 2012
33 posts
On one of those particularly low days
I realize that I just need to leave.
Oh I have so much to think about.
blood all over my fucking laptop
i am going to start breaking shit i fucking swear, you come home, and i will fucking kill you on the spot for all of the shit you have done.
i hate you for betraying what little trust i have, what little fucking faith i have in your good decision making, burned up what little desire i had to make this all work.
i don’t even know.
blood all fucking over, and this is fucking stupid.
no...
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via bloodisthenewblackk)
i need to readapt
to a completely new social setting. im not exactly used to it and it’s this fear of change that’s tearing everything into pieces.
i’ll just give and give, and give even more until there’s nothing left, then maybe i’ll be allowed to be happy. if everyone values my actions so much, then why am i left by the wayside?
i don’t necessarily hit people up, but they...