(Source: foryouihavefallen, via modernmonroe)
(Source: boogercake, via b-betelgeuse)
And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing ‘unity.’
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
(Source: dearborns)
(via moviesmusicart)
Funny, that no matter where you are in the world, there’s always someone eager to help you destroy yourself.
—James St. James, Party Monster
“If we’re all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down.”
James St. James, Party Monster
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.”
Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors
