"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life."
"You used to say you haven’t touched
a cigarette in 8 months but last night
I saw you with smoke forming clouds
out of your lungs and I might have
spent the entire night on my bathroom
floor trying not to throw up.
I guess we both got back to our bad
habits when we lost each other."
"He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted."
— Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He glanced over at her and laughed.
"Because when you can’t be happy with them, but you can’t be happy without them either… Yeah, that’s when you know you’re well and truly fucked."
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #53 (via blossomfully
"People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away."
"If you don’t want to sink, you better figure out how to swim."
"Do not think I am weak.
There are bones inside these words."
"My skin is on fire where your lips touched. I feel like puking, I can’t stop shaking is this what dying feels like? I can’t fucking stand the thought of your hand on her thigh. Fuck, I need you but you won’t answer your phone cause you’re too busy fucking the girl who isn’t drowning in her own self hatred."