shrapnel girl

half past deranged

[thesecretletter]

How am I supposed to love myself? How am I supposed to find confidence? How am I supposed to believe your kind words? I am young, and kind, and naive, but I know the world enough. I know that I have been abandoned 18 times, and that says something. I know that my friends are more beautiful than me. I know that boys chose my friends over me, and that says something. I know that boys don’t chose me, and that says something. I know that I don’t have many close friends, and that says something. I know that people aren’t attracted to me, and that says something. How am I supposed to believe that I am worthy of love, when everything I know proves otherwise?

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

[hrtsck]

When I say I love you, it means I love you, not love me back.

[catfromjapan]

“Entertainment has to come hand in hand with a little bit of medicine. Some people go to the movies to be reminded that everything’s okay. I don’t make those kinds of movies. That, to me, is a lie. Everything’s not okay.” David Fincher

[serious]

[timppmit]

Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud

unknown (via timppmit)

2011

[wordsthat-speak]

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life

The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao (Junot Diaz)

[lovelustquotes]

[u-n-known-poet]

I wanted it to be you. God damn, I really did.

Personal. (via blindthoughts)

[difficult]

[coral]

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.

 Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via feellng)

[latenightcornerstore]

When he says He doesn’t love you anymore, Roll your shoulders back And look him in the eye Even when it feels like your ribs Are breaking inward, like spider legs. When he digs up old aches That he swore he forgave you for, Smile And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner. Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper Running all the way up your throat to your mouth. When he blames you For mistakes that wear his face, Do not scream. Do not cry. Tell him that there are boys Who would be proud to say they’d loved you. Tell him that in two years You won’t even remember his name And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie. When he leaves Ignore the howling in your blood And do not get up after him. Not even to lock the door. Do not, do not Do not. Smell his shirts when you box them up To give them back. Not one. Swear off dating when you realize You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile. It’s okay to cry over him. It’s even okay to forgive him. But do not go back to him. If he did not know how to love you the first time, He won’t know how to do it the next.

How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[chaoticallyprecise]

IF YOU EVER NEED SOMETHING TO READ READ THIS

OK ARE YOU EVER IN NEED OF BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS BUT DON’T KNOW WHAT TO READ NEXT?

I present to you, straight from the internet, whichbook:

Here’s how it works: You click the link, and choose four categories and the extent to which these categories matter:

Then click “go” and it’ll come up with a number of books you might like.

DON’T LIKE THE CATEGORIES? NO PROBLEM - see this little thing:

THIS LITTLE THING WILL TAKE YOU TO THIS SLIGHTLY LARGER THING WHERE YOU CAN CHOOSE A BOOK BASED ON THE FOLLOWING:

YOU NOW HAVE NO EXCUSE TO NOT BE READING SOMETHING BECAUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT THIS SITE WILL COME UP WITH IT.

… Apart from bisexual retired alien dudes. No books on that. Yet.

[wnq-writers]

i made promises to myself. i promised that i would not beg for attention anymore. i promised that i would stop sending group messages to people i missed the most, that i would not create group chats, or organize parties. i promised that i would not ask for anyone’s approval anymore. i promised to avoid annoying the people i called friends by asking them to give me advice. i promised to not look people in the eye to seek for a yes or a no before i take a step. i promised to not depend on anyone anymore. i promised to rather use crutches than ask my bros to lift me up when i got drunk. i promised to rather be sober all the time. i promised to be as cynical as i could be. i promised to not believe all the books, all the theories, all the laws, because everybody has flaws, everything has small cracks not everyone could see. i promised not to be easily swayed. i promised not to deny unpleasant truths, nor be comforted by lies. i promised not to trust anyone, but myself. i promised to keep my promises until my last breath.

serjanmarin  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Now I know I’ve got a heart because it is breaking.

L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (via wordsnquotes)

[eggtae-deactivated20160503]

please remember to forgive yourself for the years your mental illness took away from you

[vaganja]

😢

[hrtsck]

It seems so simple, but this takes years and years and is so fucking difficult

[night-rooms]

[hrtsck]

I’ve worked really really hard to love myself and I’m not quite there yet but I don’t believe in taking shit from anybody anymore. You hurt me, I drop you like a hot potato. Today I’ve thought of how much you make me feel like shit all the time, and you make me question myself and make me feel like I’m so little compared to others. It’ll be tough, but I can’t risk losing myself that far again. So you know what, if you don’t think I’m good enough, fuck it, I’ll just quit you.