You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides (via suspend)
i feel so unwelcome in my own apartment. I don’t want to be here.
Sometimes I wish I could read your mind. But then, I wonder if I could handle the truth.
The Vow (via disbar)
If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker
i may be ugly and untalented