"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth."-Henry David Thoreau
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
— (via avvfvl)
I didn’t love you. I was sick, I just needed to feel something.
— American Horror Story (via glimpses-of-faith)
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
— (via altogetherweathered)
I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere.
— Anis Mojgani (via pluteum)
I get it now; I didn’t get it then. That life is about losing and about doing it as gracefully as possible…and enjoying everything in between.
— Mia Farrow (via blackhairedfairy)