Save Me From Me

All the times I act so brave, I’m shaking inside.

There’s always a time in life where you come to realize many things, in fact, there are probably a lot of those moments.

You realize that some people you thought you could trust, are in fact the worst people you could ever trust, and you also realize that some people you thought would be bad for you, might actually turn out to be the best for you.

There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.

—All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via constellationofaquarius)

(Source: typewriterdaily, via lifeconstellations)


So let me get this straight

If I call myself hot and good looking and be confident, I’m a conceited piece of shit

but if I call myself ugly and that I hate my appearance, I’m looking for attention

y’all are so fucked up I can’t even deal

(via distraction)


I grow super attached to people so please give me a 60 day warning before I stop existing to you.

(via etrvn)