I have a bad habit of
confusing my angels
and my monsters.
The voice of each
sounds ever so sweet
depending on the
depth of desperation.
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.
— Sierra Demulder, Love, Forgive Me (via quotethat)
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
— Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via poetrist)
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
Everything you love is here
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
— read that, again. (via fridaynights-citylights)