"I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did."
— (via hazelhirao)
(Source: hazelhirao, via lioness-essence)
I wish I was pretty but like actually pretty, not “my friends and family think I’m pretty because they’re my friends and family” pretty
This week on Tumblr:
It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.
(Source: little-blue-aeroplane, via imnotweirdyourejusttoonormal)
"Emotions are supposed to be raw, ugly, brutal…you don’t want someone to ‘sorta’ love you. You want that love to be a bursting flame, not a candle."
— Came up in conversation. (via elauxe)
(Source: captainjaymerica, via lioness-essence)
Me and my sibling can go from
in like three seconds
on a scale from disney to dreamworks what’s your sibling relationship