I used to technically live alone and be alone all the time, especially in the evenings and I loved it, but now, after getting used to being surrounded by so many people everyday and again especially in the evenings, I can’t be alone. I’m home, it’s dark, I’m lonely, it’s cold. I just want my mom and brother to come home, bring chinese food and watch TV with me, Iock the door and never leave me. It’s scary how sudden feelings and fears of abandonment and loneliness and stress and anxiety can just pop up out of nowhere and fuck your mentality. Not that there isn’t a reason for all this, I just haven’t found it bc I haven’t had the guts to analise and solve it yet….
Either way this weak girl sitting in the dark by herself while drinking wine in the silence is not me. I’m a strong woman, standing proud even when alone, drinking wine indeed but to the sounds of music, happy in her solitude, spending every spare moment the way she fucking likes it.
The type of anxiety I had when I was 12 and hadn’t had since then striked me again today o.O
I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.
The Avett Brothers (via tropicalrainstorm)
who even gets up at 6am by choice??? what does the world even have to offer at 6am???? the answer is nothing
shiny ruby red apples and whipped cream
libra. dripping with sweet spring sugar and candied idealism. the cakemix of warmed words, intellectual fluidity, grace, and flair, everything is not what it seems. two chaotic worlds of opposites come together
with libra we have the snow white complex. the innocent beauty who does not know the seduction of her aura, the distressed belle who waits for a prince to save her, despite easily outwitting and serving justice better than any man who takes their hand. and in the antithetical pole, the wretched self consciousness, after virgo has achieved personal perfection, she wants to be the fairest of them all. and libra is every character, the enchanting snow is the jewel in her heart and the melody in her love of people. and the witch, her voices of self resonance, the notes of empty comparison against others that wither her supple apple cheeks into dried roses and destroy every venus valley
You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.
David Levithan, Every Day
pisces • ° ☾°☆