There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via 5000letters)

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i am the sun and the rain and the clouds that confuse you.
― bipolar - imprinted; X
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what’s wrong?

it’s everything.

it’s wondering where do my tears come from even when i drink the least amounts of water a day. it’s wondering why i’m the only one being reluctant to shut off the call even when clearly we’re not really talking much. it’s wondering what do you see in me when you’re always so contradictory when it comes to eye candy. it’s wondering how the fuck will i survive these two years feeling sadder than a basset hound looks. it’s wondering about the flashback to when you actually asked ‘am i making a mistake’ and if those words were confirmed real. it’s wondering who i am and what is life and why fate took me down this distressed road and where am i walking to should i turn back to where i came from?

my thoughts would burden you, you wouldn’t want to know.

imprinted; X

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