Why do I feel like this… I just wanna break down in tears. What’s wrong with me.
We must not mourn for the bodies we once had. They were weak, empty, broken. Altogether incompatible with the size of our souls, the volume of our dreams and the abundance of our beauty. Deprived of the love we felt we, ourselves, did not deserve they reflected the pain we felt inside. But we are healing now and learning to love not only our bodies but also the incredible person who lives within. So when you look in the mirror don’t cry for the girl you no longer see. Celebrate the woman you are today. Because my God, she is so beautiful. Thank God she’s finally free.
I want to torture you.. I want to make you crazy for me.. I want you in the middle of the street, screaming to the heavens.. I want you unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to see.. I want you.. to want me.
|—||August J (via cavum)|
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
|—||The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides (via cavum)|
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
|—||Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via cavum)|
I think I’m in love with missing you more than I’m in love with you.
|—||Sylvia Plath (via cavum)|
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
|—||Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via cavum)|
Impressionistic Cinema: Wonderland (Micheal Winterbottom, 1999)