If I could change one thing about myself it wouldn’t be physical. I wish every day that I didn’t have anxiety. Constantly struggling to say and do the right thing, not offend people, fit in somewhere. One little thing goes wrong and my head explodes, I get myself out of bed and wonder what I’m going to fuck up next. I’m trying to stay positive.

I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

—James Frey (via halluzinogen)

(via made-in-morgue)

There are questions that you don’t ask because you’re afraid of the answers to them.

—Agatha Christie, The Moving Finger (via larmoyante)

(via endless-tearss)


It took me a few years to figure out that you can’t help people who don’t want to be saved.

(via eye-hand)


when i make a joke to myself and no one’s around to hear it



(via lulz-time)