railrose: rock bottom is far below sea level, and you are not drowning yet.
Writings for Winter: the greeks believed in... →
writingsforwinter: If I can’t have the boy, at least I can have his clothes. They leave their sweaters, their jackets, their blue jeans draped over my bed like petals, filling the bathtub, rising to the surface of the water like buoys. Always men have told me that I don’t look eighteen-a few years older,…
They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them...– Kim Addonizio, “Ex-Boyfriends” (via fleurishes)
Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body...– Françoise Sagan (via dulcetdecember)
The sadness will last forever.– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)