I pulled my blanket more tightly around my shoulders and looked out our bedroom window at the stormy November sky. It had started to rain hard, and I hoped that poor soul in the rowboat had found his way to shore. But not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved.
Paula McLain, The Paris Wife (via perfect)
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-shaped holes.
Andrea Gibson, “Class” (via perfect)
I don’t like needing anyone for anything.
Jackie Robinson (via li-berum)
I always find myself caught between saying too much
and not saying enough.
(i think its ironic that the flower half covered “enough”, i only realised that now!)
Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
True Story (via daddyfuckedme)