I hate you, but I still I miss you, and a part of me still loves you.
Rudy Fransisco (x) (via ahorton92)
(Source: quote-book, via mintebliss)
i’m really tired of freaking out over money and school and stuff and i’m tired of being sad and i’m tired of looking and feeling like a little girl and sometimes i just wish a car would hit me on the way home so i don’t have to deal with anything anymore
(via rawdaisy)
Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lazyteen)
(via mintebliss)
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly. Sierra DeMulder (via sadexistences)
and you pronounce
each word perfectly. Sierra DeMulder (via sadexistences)
(Source: roamingtheocean, via mintebliss)
