my type is tall skinny white boys with messy hair who look like they’re addicted to drugs &/or haven’t slept in a month
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
|—||Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via llogicas)|
I’ve known you for six years. I was never good enough for you then so why was I naive to think I would be good enough for you now?
that I stay inside,
lay in bed and cry,
questioning the end and
asking myself why,
If you think I’m worried I lost a dime,
in a sea full of quarters with
much better shine,
If you think I’m fretting over
running out of time,
Remember who I am,
and remember to think twice, because
If you thought this was your chance at
being the heartbreaker,
you’re out of your goddamn mind.
|—||a nine word love story (via amoribus)|
|—||Olivia Wilde, Her: Love in the Modern Age (via heresay)|
i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe