You always told me
I was strong
It hurts so much
To prove you wrong.
― M.S.  (via s-targaze)

(Source: coffee-crinkled-pages)

If I had another heart I’d let you break that one too.
― Unknown (via zubat)
I’ve got to
decide:
kill myself or
love myself?
― Charles Bukowski, from Cows In Art Class  (via agirlnamedh0pe)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
― Charles Bukowski (via papernymphe)

(Source: blackestdespondency)


I’m sad that you can’t know how I love.
Alexander Sumarokov, from In Vain I Hide My Heart’s Fierce Pain (via coffeekaling)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)



theglasschild:

“Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.”

— Stephen Fry

(Source: lyblac)

prozacgen:

And I thought I was yours forever,
Maybe I was mistaken but I just cannot manage to make it through the day
Without thinking of you lately.

Love is never easy when it hides in the shadows of guilty kisses and hands secretly held.

Michael Faudet 

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