I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can never hear.
Michelle Hodkin (via endangerment)
(Source: hellanne, via lucinedreams)
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)
Goddamn. This sounds like me. And I sound like a badass.
(Source: thelifeguardlibrarian, via stella-corona)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
Aldous Huxley (via theglasschild)
it always has to be someone else’s fault for them,
and it usually has to be evaluated for me
(on the occasion that it’s not mine that is)
sometimes i think i get so mad,
thinking about the world gets me so mad sometimes,
and it frustrates and exhausts me so
so so so fucking much
and so i just sleep and sleep and sleep