28 4 / 2012
I don’t (wanna) collect anything.
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18 2 / 2011
little by little.
sometimes, i wish i was just number 1 to someone or at least sometimes. like im always number 2 in line in every relationship i have with anyone. number two to the family, number 2 to the friends. just number 2 ALL THE EFFING TIME. :( it makes me wonder if im that unlovable, like what am i doing wrong. sigh. whatever.
08 2 / 2011
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
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08 2 / 2011
"My heart? Yeah, it broke, I’m not gonna lie. For a minute I thought that I was gonna die. But then I stepped back and took a long look at who I gave my heart to, and what it took to make love last, what makes it true and baby you just don’t have a clue. So thanks for setting me free. Now I can find somebody worthy of me."
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