"I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood." - Anaïs Nin (via elauxe)

(Source: oh-girl-among-the-roses, via modest-moon)

Sometimes the past seems so inescapable. I hate that its there whenever someone wants it. and I hate that my brain allows me to even think of it knowing how it makes me feel. I’m really happy in the present. Everything is really good. I like myself now more than I’ve ever liked myself. I like the way things are and how everything has played out so far. Im not sure why humans like to torture themselves with things and people who don’t matter anymore. I’m not sure why living in the present is so difficult.

I don’t know. I’m in a mood. I just wish certain things would just go away. I wish we didn’t have the technology to find things we know are gonna upset us. I wish everything wasn’t so attainable. I just wish I could remember the things that don’t matter and the the things that do. Because if I could do that, I’d never be unhappy.

I love my boyfriend.

"I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone." - To be good, to save nothing  (via brighteryellow)

(via dakotanicole)

Bath time with my lover lover.
….

Flowers dipped in liquid nitrogen and then smashed.

(Source: Flickr / jonshireman, via moonbrains)

Hmf.

Very quickly turning into one of those anti-social networking people. One of my good friends once told me that it’s not normal nor is it okay for people to have access to so much of your life. Whether it’s present or past. And I definitely see that now.

May or may not be deleting my tumblr soon.