i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying
(Source: cybergirlfriend, via essonni)
You let your hand slide through high grass. Trying to feel what your heart can’t feel anymore.
I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.
"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day."