Monday, May 9, 2011














These are all extraordinarily beautiful..

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

I get sad sometimes, unknowingly.

My heart dies a little

Monday, May 2, 2011

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I’m a bitch to my parents most of the time. I don’t mean to be, and I feel guilty everytime, but then I’m still a bitch over and over.
words do not express thoughts very well. they always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish"
"Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control."