My name will soon be forgotten, like all the names will be forgotten some day. Some faster than others. The faceless names of people that have made no impact on our society will only be remembered by a few. And when that few pass on, they will be remembered by no one. And even if somebody…
“He had been waiting for someone to come back to him, so every time someone knocked on the door, he couldn’t stop himself from hoping it might be that person, even though he knew he shouldn’t hope.”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via darkcanuck)
and I do not think it is because I am lonely or uncertain or confuse or just passing time
but something in me feels missing and wrong and now all the things that I do are for the wrong reasons and I don’t know what else to do anymore.
I don’t know how I got to this point and while I know that I have to pick myself up, somehow, I do not think that that alone is enough.
Something in me has been missing for a really long time and I’m not saying this because I’m fresh from a break up but everything feels like an out-of-body experience and I do not feel as though I know anything anymore.
All I know is that I don’t know how to tell anyone what is wrong with me. I don’t know the words to use or the expressions to portray for them to comprehend even an inch of this internal turmoil
“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?”—John Green (via weareglitter)
”We dated and she’s an incredibly important person that I lived with for a long time, but it’s about that time in a relationship that I was going through; you’re in a relationship because you need help, but that’s not necessarily why you should be in a relationship. And that’s skinny. It doesn’t have weight. Skinny love doesn’t have a chance because it’s not nourished.” - Justin Vernon