June 2013
“You’ve spent
a lifetime stuck
in silence
afraid you’ll say
something wrong” —Unknown (via narobe)
a lifetime stuck
in silence
afraid you’ll say
something wrong” —Unknown (via narobe)
“what doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive” —c.c. (via perfect)
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive” —c.c. (via perfect)
“And what is an ‘instant’ death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
—John Green, Looking for Alaska (via alcoholiques)
