Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
May 05 14:19 with 21,080 notes
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
― Anais Nin (via artpropelled)
May 04 13:21 with 1,016 notes
I want to be alone and I want people to notice me - both at the same time
― Thom Yorke (via lyallthesame)
(Source: black-wolves)
May 01 21:02 with 47,811 notes
