I'm afraid of being told that Heaven...has no place for a being like me. And I'm afraid that if they were to say so, I'd believe it.
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@fromthegates
I'm afraid of being told that Heaven...has no place for a being like me. And I'm afraid that if they were to say so, I'd believe it.
Some people will never “get you”. Do not spend eternity asking why. People will see you differently, just cherish those who lift your soul.
Dodinsky (via psych-facts)
If I hear that you pine for me, I will return to you…
me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
...
me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]
I spend so much time alone that if I was ever falsely accused for a crime I would never have an alibi
how do some of ur parents let ur bf/gf stay the night? like my mom get’s mad if i have too many cups in my room. wtf.
I am 120% ok with being someone’s trophy wife like hell yes I’ll just spend someone else’s money all day and wear cute lingerie forever where do I sign up
you are beautiful
"I stay home when I’m not working. So I feel I live meaninglessly. I hate being alone yet I wanna be alone."(cr)
when you shower on a friday night and you feel all that school coming off of you
@nylonmag…
I feel greatly satisfied.
Is this what it feels like? To be revered like a work of art even though I feel less than a masterpiece? And to be wanted so much by one person who never wants to leave you alone? To be cared for all day?
Am I still too young to realize these emotions, because I feel like my age has nothing to do with how I know —absolutely know— this is how it’s meant to be.
I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.
Virginia Woolf (via thatkindofwoman)
i love you so fucking much????