This world’s an ugly place, but you’re so beautiful to me.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
|—||Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via cavum)|
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
|—||Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via lamegrownup)|