No amount of external elements—admiration, affection, conversation, sex—will ever be enough to satisfy a person whose internal compass does not point to joy.
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
|—||Thought Catalog (via viage)|
I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that’s why it’s a sin. Because you’re beating God at his own game.
|—||Pete Wentz (via tat-art)|
Being alone is better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely.
|—||Richard Linklater (via perfect)|