That internal struggle between wanting to grow your hair out and also wanting to chop it all off.
(via adorablelabrat)
I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. We’d have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes it would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then, it slowly faded. I couldn’t picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t hear you. I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just disappeared.
"I have this theory about words. There’s a thousand ways to say “Pass the salt”. It could mean, you know, “Can I have some salt?” or it could mean, “I love you.”. It could mean, “I’m very annoyed with you”. Really, the list could go on and on. Words are little bombs, and they have a lot of energy inside them."
- Christopher Walken (via lullabyforsirius)
"I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere."
- Carrie Fisher, Postcards From The Edge (via travie)
