Sometimes in the middle of life, I have to remind myself
That whether foe or friend,
I should always try
to look them in the eye.

Maybe I’ll see something there
And then,
Foe becomes friend
Friend becomes foe or lover or some other
Oh, well, who knows?

Posted 5 days ago

I wake up at 4am to make it to work at 6.
And I sit in public commute, observe the lives that brush mine for a while.

The morning blank stares from each face across me.
Perhaps we all have that dead look during these hours because we either can’t believe we awoke from a nightmare or that we feel bereft to be pulled out from a dream.

Either way, we’re all just lurkers in this universe, occasionally floating across eachother, to the other direction. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, to be floating beside ONE other.

Posted 6 days ago
Watching the film we made with our own blood and sweat and tears makes me feel so nostalgic. I miss us, guys. ♡
"Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?" —

Helena Bonham Carter (via qoldlush)

this is really powerful. wow.

(via bright—ness)

(Source: splitterherzen, via silly-girl-in-blue)



imagine a video game where you create a hero whose destiny is to save everyone, but throughout the game you start making harder and more questionable decisions, and the game gets darker and darker. and in the end you’re just standing there, clutching the controller and finally realizing you were playing the villain all along




(via lezo4preso)

Posted 2 weeks ago

Sometimes we are left. Sometimes we do the leaving. Whether we are the deserter or the deserted, a part of us remains in the other. The way soil or sand or mud sticks in the crevices of our shoes. Or the way perfume remains in soiled clothes.

Posted 3 weeks ago


we bury things
and they grow
up big from the dark

Posted 3 weeks ago
"The problem with relationships is that they’re lust based.We fall for the layers of skin that are soon to weather away then wonder what went wrong.
We need to be taught how to fall for the little quirks and misfits. The way his shirts are often too tight or too loose, the way his brows can’t seem to fall in order, the slight crookedness of his nose from when he was young and restless or the way he hums those ridiculous tunes when he thinks no one’s listening.
Fall for the way his eyes glow with that prickle of contained excitement when he thinks of (what he considers) an ingenious idea and the way he zones out mid conversation because he got distracted by the window view. And most importantly, fall for the way he battles his demons and be there to help him undo the damage they’ve done.
Fall for his quirks and misfits for these are the ones stamped in his soul. And fall for his soul for that is the one thing that won’t weather away." —I.A (via

(Source: wnq-writers, via wordsnquotes)

"Is there such a thing as a “Quarter-Life Crisis”?" —Says me, while sipping coffee at 1:55 AM
guys: uh why do girls care so much about being skinny? it's so annoying
guys: ew fat chicks
guys: why do girls care so much about shopping and romance and nail polish lol so annoying
guys: ew crazy butch lesbian manly feminazis why can't they act more feminine lol
guys: why do girls wear makeup they look so much better without it
guys: oh i'm so sorry are you sick? tired? dying?
guys: haha girls suck at math/science/sports
guys: a girl who does math/science/sports? well? get back in the kitchen that shits not gonna get you a husband
guys: why are girls so sensitive when we look at their boobs or something c'mon with that top you're asking for it
guys: oh my god a gay guy just hit on me how fucking disgusting what a creeper doesn't he have any boundaries?
Posted 3 weeks ago
Drunken Epiphany

There are two types of people in the world: Those who don’t have the guts to chase after what they want and those who do, but don’t know when to stop.


Posted 1 month ago
Sun dust. 
I’m Lord Voldemort.