reality sucks, that’s probably why we dream. Why our bodies need sleep. So we can escape. Escape this earth, at least just for a little while. Everynight, we get to go away. Sleep is the only time I feel safe. The only time I can leave this place. This reality that feels like needles sticking...

But more words tumble out. ‘You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.’Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

… You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.

I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.

This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever...

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn’t even budge.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

Don’t you realize the Internet is just a way for millions of sad people to be completely alone together?

You don’t even like me, remember?” That’s what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is closer to a baby’s first attempt at babbling. “Shh.” He runs his fingertips along my cheek, caressing my face. “Hush. I’m right here.” He looks at me with deep anguish in his eyes. Like there’s...

NO!” Raffe grips me as if he can bind my soul to my body. An upside-down view of the doorway shows up in my field of vision. Smoke waft through it. Although the pain obscures Raffe’s warmth, I feel the presure of his hug, the rocking of our bodies back and forth as he repeats...

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.

Nobody has ever taken a photograph of something they want to forget. We can build a wall of happy Kodak moments around ourselves, a wall of our Christmases, birthdays, baby showers and weddings, but we can never forget that celluloid film is see-through, that behind it, all the misery of real life waits for our...

I’ll remember you… I remember everyone I’ve lost.

What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?

I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything’s going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you’ve made them your eternity.

God is such a cruel godfor making you so wonderful,and for making me so weak.

Rule #1 always look out for yourself first don’t nobody love/care for you like you do.

WATCH out for your surroundings, UPGRADE your mindset and keep FOCUS.

It’s ok to be a fool once or twice but never let it be a third time. Be smart and pretend to be a fool and at the end of the hunt make sure you’re the one that has the gun.

We are creatures of rage and madness and bitter tears and we knew that from the start. Our end was disaster and we knew that from the start. We knew it all from the start.

Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.Wolves have no kings

Emptiness ate away at his inside, quickly replaced by a sadness that hurt his heart.

I wouldn’t have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

Yeah – Sure I rememberMatter of fact it was just last SeptemberShe still calls it the fall to rememberLittle Heather when it all came togetherYou remember the first time you met her?She cried when it rained and blamed the weatherBut inside she strained with suicide lettersThe kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater...

Tell her I’m sorry I sold the diamond, eh?” Sammy said. “I broke my promise. When she disappeared in Alaska… ah, so long ago, I finally used that diamond, moved to Texas as I always dreamed. I started my machine shop. Started my family! It was a good life, but Haze; was right. The diamond...

Bob says hello,” He told the stars.The Argo II sailed into the night.

She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.

I Don’t want to Smile with you now, because I Don’t want to Cry Alone Later…

Whenever my phone blinks fist thought come to mind is u and only u.

Dont come for me!…. I didn’t send for you!

I am tired of days that are all the same.

We are so keen in our #pursuitofhappiness that we forget to be #happy!!

Everyone I say stop bullying it is sad and tears someones heart apart and next thing they do is Suicide because they think that is the right next step!If you are a Person who gets bullied find someone who will stop this! Don’t just kill yourself for the other person to be happy because you...

A sob caught in my chest. I didn’t even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn’t just for food.

Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they’re not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it’s not that. It’s just, you know, seeing them pass, that’s how they’ll be all their life; they’ll get hit, hurt, cut,...

I got an A on the third quiz in American history, an A, dammit. Last time I got a Bup from a Cand my father said,”if you can get a Cyou can get a B,if you can get a Byou can get an A.”-I got an Aand my father said,”grades don’t mean anything.

I am an immortal Experiencer. Does that changed my life,no but it changed the way I Experience life.

Whoever wrote”I’d rather have loved and lost than never have loved at all”Should be shot in the face.Funny thing is,I’d rather take their place

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Something inside of me began to tear.

Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that’s happened in last month to download into my brain. It’s nice, not knowing. Even if it’s just for five minutes.

I have never been sad because my losses are my profits

Love is like fire.Leave it alone and you will be okay,play with it and you get burnt

It doesn’t sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it’s possible, I know it’s not going to happen

Eyes so young, so full of pain … Two lonely drops of winter rain … And no tear could these eyes sustain … For too much had they seen.

He’s always been something like a star to me