(Source: accountedfor, via i-s-abella)
(Source: sin-e-do-que, via everyday-inspiration)
Draw a line up, side, side, down.
Fill a paper with drawings;
draw faces, draw towns.
Search for the meaning behind that everlasting frown.
Fill yourself with happiness;
look for it inside or around.
Listen to those broken sounds.
Sink in your thoughts,
let your heart drown.
(via ellyaliotti)
(via facelessdistracti0ns)
(via bronte-skye)
I keep hoping that if I continually push people away, that when I’m no longer there, they’ll realize how much they need me in their lives. But contrary to my belief, it turns out to be the exact opposite. And in the long run I only end up lonely and sitting in trees. I just want someone to need me too. Despite how many people I surround myself with, I still feel unwanted. Especially by those who I need, or thought I needed, the most.
I’m want so bad to escape this funk.
(Source: light-essence, via malpancakez)
It’s so sad when something so delicate can be broken when you reach for the wrong cup. Watching it fall and knowing you can’t stop it from breaking into so many pieces. Staring at it because it fell so fast. But despite all this, there’s something so beautiful about a broken coffee cup and knowing that with a little glue and time, it’s not useless.
Except I can’t find any glue, so I guess I’ll leave it broken until I find some.