“I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.”
— Anonymous (via dulcetdecember)
“I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.”
— Sylvia Plath (via visualcomplex)
“Try again. This time, with Him.”
— Max Lucado (via fairiesoftheforest)
i think i would rather die than confess what’s been on my mind this whole time
I keep my heart inside my hands, that’s why they’re always so cold.
“My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.”
— Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)
“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.”
— Elke River (via muse)
