The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now. 1Q84, Haruki Murakami, pg 294    (via dragonflycup)

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I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that. (via girlchoking)

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If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad. My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via couldntfake)

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You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it. Unknown (via disagreed)

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He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that? (via paintdeath)

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