"We all get sad; but none of it makes sense - because none of it changes anything."
— Laxandra Chico
"We learned in art class that technically, black is not a colour, but rather, the absence of. Black was in fact, a shade—one that held its presence in every gradation of grey, only departing completely, with the transition into white. I always thought of white as a clean slate, an un-written page. A snow covered field or a wedding dress. White is starting over, an absolution from all your sins. That day, I was the furthest away from white that I could possibly be."
Lang Leav (via langleav)

Random quotes spring up in my mind every now and then.

(Source: s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d, via bereftofwords)

"A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do."
— Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You (via wordsnquotes)

(via myfavorite-what-if)

Right now.

I wanna kill people. Like literally kill people. So you see, everyone likes it when I act like an underdog and I’m like super nice and dumb? Well if that’s what you see and what you know about me? You know nothing, even a single shit. Kindness is my defense mechanism. And I am fucking getting tired of it. I don’t want to be mad, really. Because when I am mad, I tend to throw everything and push people away. And there is no turning back. And I don’t like that, I am even afraid with myself, of what can I do. Because when everything’s fucked up, I’ll fuck it more up, all the way. And I don’t know what to do about that. I don’t know if I want them to know about that. Or maybe not. I don’t want my walls to be crushed down with some irrelevant creatures. And the worst thing is, I know all of it, I know what they’re thinking, or feeling, or showing, as if I am just a shadow behind them. The worst is, I don’t even fucking care.

"In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself."
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via windpoison)