no one understands how fucked up i am in the head. why cant i be happy
Lana del Rey - Off to the Races
Dorothy Parker, "Two-Volume Novel"
sharingpoetry: The sun’s gone dim, and The moon’s turned black; For I loved him, and He didn’t love back. (submitted by thecakebar)
sometimes i stop and convince myself i feel something wavering inside me like my will that’s stretched so far away but the quiver of my lips is a sign of my anticipation because i just know that i’ll feel the magic bend inside my bones and radiate up through my eyes again and i’ll feel fine. just fine.