*floats away from your annoying ass
my brother had a dream he spent 20 dollars on a hotdog and he woke up screaming
For the first time, she did want more. She did not know what she wanted, knew that it was dangerous and that she should rest content with what she had, but she knew an emptiness deep inside her, which began to ache.
— Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio (via loveless-people)
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
— (via avvfvl)