Sleepless Nights
My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
(58/365) by (KJ)
The day exhausts me, irritates me. It is brutal, noisy. I struggle to get out of bed, I dress wearily and, against my inclination, I go out. I find each step, each movement, each gesture, each word, each thought as tiring as if I were lifting a crushing weight.
Guy de Maupassant, Paris Tales (via loveage-moondream)
It’s hard to wake up
from a nightmare
if you aren’t even
asleep.
j.s. (via kissedby-suicide)
please don’t join the long list of people that walked away from me
(via vulnerablx)
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Yara Bashraheel (via pureblyss)
feministbatwoman:

gishkishenh:

hojasenblanco:

Dangerous wolf

Big Bad Wolf, indeed.

"WHOSAN APEX PREDATOR? IS IT YOU? IS IT YOU? IT IS YOU!"

feministbatwoman:

gishkishenh:

hojasenblanco:

Dangerous wolf

Big Bad Wolf, indeed.

"WHOSAN APEX PREDATOR? IS IT YOU? IS IT YOU? IT IS YOU!"

I wish there was something about me that was addictive. Something that made me hard to forget or hard to move on from. I hate it when people find it easy to dismiss me for someone else in days. It really takes no effort at all to push me out of the picture when I’m just a side factor.