“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)
June 2013
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“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)
May 2013
68 posts
why do we call periods “periods” when we can call them something cooler like “bloodstain fever”
or ”the crimson horror”
are u guys okay
a “chili sauce river”
vagina volcano
The red scare
the leaking of the red sea
Shark week
Bloody hell
“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)
