You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before and she may...– Bob Marley (Submitted by highonlaxative) (via fuckyeahhlove) (via lipshock)
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness,...– Friedrich Nietzsche (via nomakeup)
therealkatiewest: “What did he have that you didn’t? Well, for starters he didn’t like me nearly as much as you do. He didn’t laugh at my jokes, and he didn’t listen to my stories. He thought he was pretty funny, but he was just okay. He had a strange sense of humour, we rarely laughed at the same parts of a movie. When I told him I really liked a certain song, he would look at me with...
Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.– Elvis Presley (via kari-shma) (via susannahstiles) (via symbiosis)
If he were the right guy for you, there would be nothing on this earth keeping...– Siobhan O’Neill (via whyimsingle) (via loveishere) (via lovebot) (via papertissue) (via symbiosis)
lipshock: So excited for her new album! She looks fantasic! I can’t wait either.
When a woman says nothing’s wrong, that means everything’s wrong. And when a...– (via quote-book) (via fuckyeahplacebopills)
“Does he love me?” … “You’re asking the wrong question. What you need to...– Paulo Coelho (via lipshock)
Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical,...– Alan Moore (via julie911) (via quote-book) (via fuckyeahplacebopills)
What’s my name? No really, tell me my name. And before you ask, no I have no been partaking in our passion drink, The drink that helps me alter my reality every night The automatic illusion making substance that I so desperately cling to. And no, the crimson tides are not flowing, My excuse no longer lay in raging hormones, jolting stomachs and supple breasts. Don’t even think of laughing,...
Fight and you’ll never survive, run and you’ll never escape.– City Of God (via movieoftheday)
I want to write but I think I’m afraid what would come out. Maybe it’ll be frightening, unbearable even or maybe it’d fill me with so much hope i’d be crushed, crushed with the fear of reality infiltrating on said hope, crushed to believe, crushed to not. So yes I want to write, I long to write, I need to write but…… *sigh*
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the...– Nelson Mandela (via lipshock)