I’m not angry at you, but I’m mad at myself for expecting something better from people. I hate leaving myself so vulnerable.
— Someone who finally decided to place their trust in another (via up-roar)
And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.
— Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via avvfvl)
Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?
— I ask myself this all the time (via kittens-jaw)
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
— Sylvia Plath (via qodless)
I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyway.
— Patti Smith (via wordsthat-speak)
Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop.
— A Checklist for the Age 19 (Jennifer Schaffer)