"Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."
- http://awkward-at-parties.blogspot.de/2013/04/yellow-paint.html?m=1 (via latenz)
"I am just a body filled up with incoherent words."
- “10 Word Poem" series - #40 (via lettersto-savemyself)
(Source: lettersto-savemyself, via unintellignt)
It took me a while, but I finally understood: there are people in this world that you will never impress, that you will never be friends with, that will never love you. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if it’s only three people or it’s three hundred or three thousand. It does not make you less impressive. It does not mean that you’re not a good friend.
You are not made unlovable because of someone else’s opinion. They mean absolutely nothing.
- Excerpts from My Dreams /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
"Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore."
- Ernest Hemingway, A Way You’ll Never Be (via larmoyante)
"dark lipstick makes you look intimidating"
good. stay the hell away from me.
"I will always love the false image I had of you."
- (via hefuckin)
(Source: pianopreece, via date)
I love him because he’s the only one in their lives to call their bullshit
basically saying what we’re all thinking
(Source: awmy, via jaibrooksofficial)
"When women scream you wonder what’s wrong with them. When men yell you get afraid about what they’re going to do."
- A girl in my creative writing class said this in response to a story we read about witnessing intimate partner violence and it really fucked with my head because I’ve never, ever, ever, thought of it that way. (via firelorddahlia)
(Source: shmurdapunk, via illusif)
cucumbers got that taste where you taste it and you go “hmm is that shit some cucumber?” and you always right. that shit always some cucumber