Jennifer Brown, Hate List
My name is Lana.
I am a collector of quotes. I'm a type one diabetic. I work at a thrift store. I have absolutely no idea what I want from life.I'm looking for my purpose and someone to travel the world with.
Jennifer Brown, Hate List
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
— Beau Taplin || and you. (via dividedways)
Hell on earth
has many forms
— over seven billion
to be exact.
Maybe I complicate things because I’m afraid of not being able to stop myself. Afraid of letting myself be happy because I’m scared that one day I’ll lose all that happiness, and I’m not quite sure I can handle that. So I make excuses and remind myself of all the things that could possibly go wrong, because maybe its better to feel nothing, than to feel something and lose it.
I dont know how to keep you.
I dont know how to let you go.
— (via aminayamamoto)
I’ve always wanted not to give a fuck. While crying helplessly into my pillow for no good reason, I would often fantasize that maybe someday I could be one of those stoic badasses whose emotions are mostly comprised of rock music and not being afraid of things.
— Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via quoted-books)
I want you to love me more than you love good literature. More than you love graffiti and sex and home-cooked meals. I want you to love me more than you love the way the grass smells after it’s been cut, the way the world spins around you as you roll down a hill, the way you feel after a full night’s sleep. I want you to love me more than you love all of your favourite things. Because I love you so much. You are all of my favourite things wrapped up into one person.
Your Favourite Things (K.P.K)
The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little.
— John Zabat-Zinn (via shaefierce)
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.
— The Flies (Jean Paul Sartre)
The anxiety I am feeling about going to the doctor tomorrow is kind of astronomical (even for me). I haven’t slept more than 8 hours in the last two days and and I’ve already bitten off all the skin on the inside of my lips for the week and it’s only Tuesday. My eye wont stop twitching. I’m completely exhausted and I cannot wait for tomorrow to just happen so I can feel like I’m at least like facing in the right direction.
when I get home and sit by myself in my place everything falls apart