“Do you know — I hardly remembered you?"
“Hardly remembered me?”
“I mean: how shall I explain it? I — it’s always so. Each time you happen to me all over again.”—Edith Wharton, “The Age of Innocence” (via lifeinpoetry)
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
Do you ever get those moments where youre like OMG IM GONNA BE PRETTY IM GONNA BUY REALLY NICE MAKE UP AND DO MY HAIR NICE EVERYDAY AND WEAR CUTE CLOTHES STARTING TOMRROW IM GONNA DO IT and then the next morning u just roll out of bed and put on the same pair of jeans uve been wearing for 7 months