(Source: -mothernorth-, via gr33do)
My mom was cheerful. She was relaxed and calm. I walk downstairs to check the mail. I look for the key, which is gone. Neither of us know where it is. Guess who is no longer cheerful, relaxed or calm? I should talk to people less.
If only I could actually go through with it. But I can’t. Because I’m a fucking pussy.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kari-shma)
“Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’” — Charles M. Shulz (via girlwithoutwings)
(Source: quote-book)
Charles Bukowski, quoting Jean-Paul Sartre
Nah.
(via mroldspiced-j-b)
(via iwasjustagirl-interrupted)
(Source: the-after-effects-of-living)