I could tell you it’s the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
(via the-book-diaries)
I could tell you it’s the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
I learn a good deal by merely observing you,
And letting you talk as long as you please,
And taking note of what you do not say.
Most aggressive people are just trying to be strong, aren’t they? They just don’t want to be insecure, or needy, or anything like that. They’re not actually cruel, underneath.
You are still yourself in everything except your appearance. You’ve still got your own mind and your own brain and your own voice, and thank goodness for that.
That’s all I want. Just you and me. Always.
And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.
I don’t want to stay where I’m not wanted. I don’t want to stay where I’m disliked.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art.