I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.
I want you to tell me you love me
even though I annoy you. Don’t
tell me you were lying, but tell me
it’s okay; that who I am is okay. I
want you to tell me you’re not
sorry for saying I tire you, but
that you’re okay with being tired.
Everyone wants to know that
their terrible things aren’t too
terrible to handle, and I know
you see all mine: my self-hate
and indecisiveness and the
sadness that stays for days. The
ridiculous need for you to say
goodnight, the way I forget that
you love me even when it’s obvious.
I want you to stop saying sorry for
hurting me and instead just stop
hurting me. I want you to
overwhelm me with things that
are good about me whenever you
decide to tell me what I need
to change so that I can tell myself
that even though I failed at
something, there are these other
things that I did right.

Rebeka Anne, you asked me to start telling you what I want (via aestheticintrovert)
Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.
(via deadlyvibes)

(Source: kushandwizdom)

Nothing lasts,” she says, and there’s a little crack in her voice. “You think it’s going to. You think, ‘Here’s something I can hold on to,’ but it always slips away.’
Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now  (via c-oquetry)

(Source: splitterherzen)