Tired

introspectivepoet:

I’m tired of saving myself.
It would be nice to be saved by someone else.
Just once.

KH 9/6/14



holyshmidt:

I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me.

I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep.

I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them,or even just smiled at them.

I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.

I mean like…

Why would they even do that?

I’m just me.

Nothing extraordinary, or special.



feel-the-raain:

You can talk to me of you’re feeling down. I’ll be there for you!

feel-the-raain:

You can talk to me of you’re feeling down. I’ll be there for you!



I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Charles Bukowski (via introspectivepoet)


desireg:

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desireg:

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