it’s sad how people who are so kind and lovely hate themselves
"maybe if i ignore my assignments they will magically go away" a college story
“they didn’t” the riveting sequel
" I need someone to pour myself into. "
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via caelestialrosa)
(Source: liquidnight, via psych-facts)
" I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes. "
Anna Peters (via rauchwolken)