“That initial anger she had felt turned to sadness, and now it had become something else, almost a dullness of sorts. Even though she was constantly in motion, it seemed as if nothing special ever happened to her anymore. Each day seemed exactly like the last, and she had trouble differentiating among them.”
— Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle
It gives you the people you need.
To help you. To hurt you. To love you. To leave you.
And to make you into the person you were ment to be.” —Beautiful Mind Struggle® (via -warmtea)
writing about your feelings and then putting ‘idk’ at the end so you don’t sound like a faggot
“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.”
— Anneli Rufus (via sordinos)
“Somehow she knew that you didn’t get many moments like this in your life: moments when you knew, without any doubt, that you were alive, when you felt the air in your lungs and the wet grass beneath your feet and the cotton on your skin; moments when you were completely in the present, when neither the past nor the future mattered.”