January 2012
I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
– Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
Your scars are not scars at all, they are still wounds, still open and infected.
– (via themusician)
December 2011
Rómpeme la blusa, pero nunca el corazón.
– (via lavidanoseacabahastaqueseacaba)
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.
– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via claudere)
princess-steppenwolf
Dear Self, Nobody can fix you but yourself. Nobody can untie your ship from the dock but yourself.
Sincerely, Me
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i hope you never love anything as much as i love you.
– jonathan safran foer (via estrellachild)