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“Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.”

— Jason Myers, Exit Here

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No matter how good a person you are, you are evil in someone’s story.

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Losing an argument when you’re right just because the other person is too stupid to understand what you’re saying is probably one of the most infuriating things in the entire fucking universe

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“…Our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

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“I crave time by myself to sit and heal my heart before I step out into the world again.”

— Gemman Troy

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Are you interested in anybody at the moment?

my future self, imma give that bitch the whole goddamn world

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as women we have to make sure we have our own. our own finances, our own passion, our own drive, our own job, our own life, our own self esteem, our own spirituality, our own confidence, our own peace. when you have nothing of your own, a man can walk up with a little and it feels like a lot. but when you have your own, a little bit doesn’t impress you.

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i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.

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Rubbing alcohol is for wounds on the outside, but drinking alcohol is for wounds on the inside.

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Never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being.

Never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being.

Never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being.

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But what if you never got to kiss him? What if you never got to hold his hand? What if you never got to feel his arms around you, breathe in the air around him and feel his silence? How do you get over him then? What if you still have his laughter spilling out of your pockets, the sound of him saying your name ringing in your ears, wishing that he’d grab your arm when you were walking away, knowing that he never would? How do you get over someone who you never had? How do you forget things that never happened? Do you ever stop loving someone who never knew how you felt? Do you ever learn to forgive yourself for not telling them?

Questions // Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)