Guess it's not right.

Life is too short to say "later".

Hi. I'm posting all the things running through my mind -in good and bad moments of life- exactly here. So don't wonder about strange or stupid posts, it's the sometimes idiosyncratic me.

„She wants to say I love you

but keeps it to good night

because I love you would have meant some falling

and she is afraid of heights.“


- unknown

„I think I need help

cause I put myself through hell

I think I need help

cause I‘m drowning in myself.“

tragical-romance:

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering—these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love—these are what we stay alive for.”

— Dead Poets Society, 1989

queenjsxo:

“I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.”

— Rudy F.

We were out and out, through the storms, through the night

We were running in the dark, we were following our hearts

And we would fall down and we would slowly fall apart

We would slowly fall into the dark

space-boy-is-alone:

reblog if you still listen to my chemical romance

I’ve been listening to them non-stop recently and I want to make sure I’m not the only one

don’t tell uns to behave, i’m sick of always hearing act your age.
#Sum41

don’t tell uns to behave, i’m sick of always hearing act your age.

#Sum41

(via love-personal)

He told me that we couldn’t fix what was already broken.
I told him that broken crayons still color.
He said no one wants to deal with that. It’s much easier to just find new crayons. Throw the old ones away.
And you wonder why I still feel like trash.

You threw me away. (via nextstoptrainwreck)

He was broken. And instead of fixing himself, he broke me.

He told me that we couldn’t fix what was already broken.
I told him that broken crayons still color.
He said no one wants to deal with that. It’s much easier to just find new crayons. Throw the old ones away.
And you wonder why I still feel like trash.

You threw me away. (via nextstoptrainwreck)

He was broken. And instead of fixing himself, he broke me.

You never really know a person’s true colors until you break up with them.

—Excerpt #88 (via her-minds-a-mess)

Ich glaube, das Leben hat die Sache mit dem Karma manchmal noch nicht so ganz verstanden.