Yesterday is here.

I can officially fit back into my old jeans! SIZE 26! Happy, happy, happy.

Nicole

It was Bon Iver all night..

(Source: misswallflower)

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
Henry Rollins (via thechocolatebrigade)

(via lifeinthearctic)

I miss home. Wherever that is.

I’m thinking of quitting drinking again I know I’ve said that a couple of times and I’m always changing my mind well I guess I am but there’s this burn in my stomach and there’s this pain in my side and when I kneel at the toilet and the morning’s clean light pours in through the window sometimes I pray I don’t die I’m a goddamn hypocrite

I’ll let my pen bleed black or blue. And I will color in the meaning. It will be gold and green and true. And I’ll learn to love my new discovered proof. I’ll be grateful for this day. I will be grateful for each day to come.

(via lifeinthearctic, notebookramblings)
i needed this advice.

(via lifeinthearctic, notebookramblings)

i needed this advice.

thefranticsearch:

poetbabble:

(via somethingintellectual)
I thought that we talked about this. You don’t want me to be your girlfriend. You don’t want a girlfriend. You only think you do. You only think you do because it’s what you’ve been taught is right. You know my position on this. I’m not like you. I don’t feel compelled to tie a rock to my leg and jump off a cliff. It’s nothing personal. You seem like a great guy. But a relationship? Why? We have everything we need, right now. Affection, conversation, sex, and the only kind of devotion that lasts: we’re friends. Why would you want to trade that for a hollow sense of security? For some kind of false guarantee? Love is brief. In a couple of months, we’ll get bored with each other, and we’ll drift apart. No mess, no bullshit. Look, I just don’t want us to lie to ourselves, or to each other. The minute I’m your girlfriend, we stop being people to each other and start being obligations. And, I love you too much to let that happen.
— Kelllie Powell, Just Looking (via forlorn)