Ra--na - Ra--na

I don’t know what I’m scared of more. Never getting where I want to or getting there with no one by my side

11:28 p.m

i talk to the moon about you every night. the stars surrounding her are getting tired of me uttering your name as if that’s the only word in the dictionary.

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2 (via heavyemptyheart)

i feel like the world just keeps trying to screw me over

Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via lazypacific)

I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. Like maybe you think I’m a little crazy, but I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and socially inept, I’m a complete disaster.

Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl (via quotasia)

I hate you. I hate the way you made me feel, the memories we made together, the fact that you could make me laugh, but the thing that I hate most of all is that I still miss you. I was tired of being unwanted. You always chose having a girlfriend over your real friends. Face it you were never there for me when I needed you. You claim to have loved me but I always felt like a second choice. “Cut out the toxic people in your life.” It always sounded so easy until it became my reality. The thing about people who are bad for you is they make you feel so good while they’re ruining your life. I know I’m better off without you; it’s all I ever wanted. Yet it’s been months and sometimes I still think about you and what it would be like if you were still in my life. I’m happy. Are you?

2:18 a.m

crazy that i’m only able to see life through my own eyes.. there’s over 7 billion other perspectives i’ll never be able to have.. over 7 billion stories i won’t ever be able to fully know. we all get such a small slice of the experience of life.. pass by strangers every day that we’ll never be aware of. what are they going through? what are they thinking about? i always wonder.. 

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