Thursday, April 24, 2014
You know what I think we are most afraid of? Not knowing. Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it. Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting. Not knowing why you do the things you do; not knowing the purpose. It’s like when you’re little and you touch the stove and get burned because you didn’t know that it was hot. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the every beginning. (via red2a)

(Source: thelovewhisperer)

I broke my own heart loving you. (via sadlittledolly)

(Source: sad-idol)

I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself. (via iamnotthesociopath)
Somewhere on the brink of insanity, I fell in love with the idea of destroying myself. (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)

(Source: thewinterwriter)

Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
My eyes are screaming for the sight of you, and tonight I’m dreaming of all the things we’ve been through. Secondhand serenade
Suppose (via paran0id-hallucinations)