“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.”—Oscar Wilde (via politepoet)
“I don’t know what it is, I just cry sometimes. Maybe I’m too oblivious to the things going on around me, that I don’t realize that I’m hurting as much as I am, so when the tears stream down my face, and I don’t have anything to say, don’t ask me why I’m crying. Because I simply don’t know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.”—(via thelovewhisperer)
“Sometimes I wanted to dance and laugh with my friends until midnight, and sometimes I wanted to screen all calls and hide away with a tragic novel and a bag of candy. Sometimes I spend an hour trying to pretty myself up, and sometimes I could barely be bothered to comb the knots out of my hair before I left the house. Sometimes I wanted to know what it felt like to tell a boy all my secrets. Other times, that seemed as impossible as waking up one morning to find myself fluent in a foreign language. Sometimes I felt better alone than I did with people. And sometimes that just felt lonely.”—Michelle Dalton, Sixteenth Summer (via simply-quotes)
Love me or hate me. I’m wild and crazy. I’m weird and loud. I laugh and cry about everything, I get excited to talk to everyone. If I like you and attracted to you I’ll let you know. I don’t like to play games if Ii want to talk to you I’ll just do it. Because why should I pretend to be someone else for you to like me. I can only be the best me, not this image of what you want me to be. All I want is for someone to accept the real me and be real WITH me.