THE LIFE I'M LIVING

My Tumblr Is The Inside Of My Mind On A Blog. I’m Surprisingly Funny For A Sad Person.
The Words I Can't Say

This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.

David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks (via booksquoteslove)

(via amor-sem-humor)

I need to go see a doctor but it’s 230 in the morning and im tired. I need to tell my mom at least :/
Which I won’t because I don’t want to disturb her