My pursuit for happy
There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via ibecamethesun)
sarah-scarlett:

This quote is extremely underrated.

sarah-scarlett:

This quote is extremely underrated.

all-the-ways-things-are:

de-caf:

Memories are just like bruises.

They painfully remind you where you once were touched.

fuckoff-mondays:

When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time

writingsforwinter:

"The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New

writingsforwinter:

"The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New

Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.
I Wrote This For You (via unoceanic)