Therapy is not enough, I need to eat pasta with the person I love on a sunny afternoon in an Italian vineyard.
if i lived a few thousand years ago i would be hailed as a seer or a prophet because of my ability to fear things before they happen. nowadays they just put you on prozac and disregard your visions
-Suicide letters from Anne sexton
i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much
“you’re so matured for your age” thanks it was the trauma
Was I too soft, or was the world too hard?
i want to lie on your chest and listen to you talk
when Charles Bukowski said “and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?”











