You know how they say your late teenage years are the best years of your life? Very nicely put-but why do I feel ancient?

Talk about love? I would really appreciate it if you’d just stop. You are simply too full of yourself to love anyone.

But I still love you. And this is getting me into so much trouble.

Crazy stupid thing.

If there’s one thing that I learnt in life, it must be that worrying solves nothing. I am a natural pessimist and therefore I do worry a lot, but I also agree that worrying can do nobody good. If there’s anything important that you’ll have to complete, give a halt to all that worrying, focus and do your best. The world does not stop simply because there’s too much stuff bothering you.

I see the days of wine and roses are just fantasies that I thought exist in my world. I thought I must have done something good to have these things in my life-I was wrong-it was just me being foolish, deluding myself. Here’s to the spilled wine and wilted roses, and a girl with too much on her mind.

People have expectations. A slum hospital is just a place for the poor to feel less uncomfortable but when it comes to that critical moment of life and death, they’ll probably just try to make you feel better and then let you die. They might not like it, nor want it, but resources are limited. I guess this is how the vast majority works. If you’re of no value to them, then that’s it. You have no value at all, despite the declarations and promises. Simple as that.

(via shereadeverything)

godforsaken-hope:

I hate waiting around for bitches that I don’t even like. 

graciouswords:

I 

With all I am 
And all I’ll ever be
Shall seek out the

Beauty behind the eyes
Of everything you see.
Resting, only when the
Nights radiant glow 

Traces stars across
Our melded souls and

Leaves sweet surrender
On our skin; where the 
Vastness of 
Eternity is lost in shared breath

Yesterday comes and goes but
Ours are the tomorrows
United, loving, unconditional.

So pathetic…

Sometimes the only thing you can do after a terrible haircut is to secretly hate and curse at your hairdresser for, say, two months. Soon afterwards, you’ll probably forget about it. Paradox is, though, that two months later, your hair will look exactly the way you want it to look but you’ll probably be tired of it. So you’ll get back to your hairdresser in hopes that he’ll do a better job, or forget about the disaster he landed on you two months ago. That’s when the tragedy replays.

lessons-in-morbidity:

To Greet The Rising Sun With You by graciouswords
Read by - lessons-in-morbidity 

To greet the rising sun with you
and welcome in the break of day
within your arms I’d long to be
as side by side we lay.

Your warming breath upon my neck
and feathered touch upon my skin
as synchronised our hearts converse
to spread the word of love within.

Our souls entwined, inseparable
the perfect match made by design
some things in life are meant to be
like sunrise with your hand in mine.

(via graciouswords)