A series of wrong decisions and mistaken feelings.
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via sylviaplant)
One of the hardest battles we fight is between what we know and what we feel.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

but now I understand this to its fullest (via tragoe-die)
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via kushandwizdom)
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
Albert Camus, The First Man (via larmoyante)
I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World  (via whyallcaps)
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E.E. Cummings (via feellng)
I wonder if your chest ever aches at the sound of my name the same way mine does whenever I hear yours.
(via the-psycho-cutie)




these are fucking paintings

I saw the caption and I died

these are my favorite.