try a little tenderness,

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown (via comatosechild)

Remove the grenade pin from your teeth. Wash your hands of the gunpowder. Come home, baby. It’s over.

Kayla Hollatz, an excerpt from War Games. (via thetalltwig)

How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.

Khalid Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via lastisle)

(Source: noorag)

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Friedrich Nietzsche   (via likeafieldmouse)

(Source: iridescentbecoming)

I didn’t mean to find your porn stash, I was looking for my weed.

She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing.

(via ninjutsugrl)

You: Why are you you?
Me: Because nobody else can be me.

I’m really lonely.

Look into the eyes of an animal once in a while. It’s the purest look you will ever get.

Shanti (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: travel-as-a-happy-hippie)

Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind.

Nayyirah Waheed (via endangerment)

(Source: reina-negrita)