4:03pm
"You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you."
2:44pm
"Sometimes I think my skin will burst into flames. I’m angry at them. I’m angry at us. I’m angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl with gentle lips and strong hands. I’m learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy. I am learning how to taste everything."
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls (via selfinspiration)
(via -nervosa)
