dabhabit:

When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are

langleav:

I feel this,
is beyond my control;
I’ve lost now,
something I’ve sold
for nothing at all. 

I’ll keep this,
year after year—
you’ve taken
all that was dear to me. 

— Lang Leav

You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

(Source: emilywantshappiness)

My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.
― Alan Moore