March 2012
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda (via slugpunx)
“Everything worth knowing leaves bruises”
Another night.
I am socially inept. I am horrible at making friends and talking to people. I get nervous. I ramble, say weird things. Ugh. I am so lonely.
“I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the...”
– Jess, New Girl (via amindlessphilosopher)
Anonymous asked: you are ridiculously beautiful
February 2012
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“We spoke all night in tongues,
in fingertips, in teeth.”
–
Robert Hass, from “Spring”
(via myownsweater)
“We were together. I forget the rest.”
– Walt Whitman. (via myownsweater)
Maybe.
No one talks to me anymore. I don’t talk to them either. I lay awake at night and think about all these things I want to say and I never say them. Mom always said everything. Life continues to startle me out of my thoughts. I retreat. I miss people, wonder if they think of me. I think they probably don’t. Low self esteem. Mediocrity. I don’t want to whine. I wouldn’t call...
