Flvcrescent-blog - Fluorescent Lights

Here are the things that do fill me: a night sky, endless and rammed with stars. The soaring of a soundtrack over a triumphal point in a film trailer, something inside me stirring like an animal. Dark roads and cosy cars, and imagining having somebody I loved enough to distract me in the front seat. Helplessness, sometimes. Anger, always.

Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Use of Tears,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka (via purplebuddhaproject)

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

You think I can’t? Watch me.

(via devilishgoddess)

if ur looking for me i’ll be in the trash

Chaotic Good brother.