I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via larmoyante)

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It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.


Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.

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Introverts, man. We’re weird sometimes. Like, “I love you, but I need to go over here by myself right now.”

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Better alone than badly accompanied.
Candace Bushnell (via murmurrs)

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It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.
William Leal.   (via retratou)

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i crave attention but i want to be ignored how does that work why am i alive

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