December 2010
I can’t get rid of this overwhelming cynicism that has slowly begun to devour my outlook on life. I used to hold faith in new beginnings and second chances, but lately I’ve done nothing but refute their worth. I once found refuge in chaos, thriving on days filled to the brim with activity, but now all I long for is the warmth of my bed and the quiet of a familiar book. I expect...
The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you...
– Maureen Dowd (via lovesongforlucifer)
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I'm okay.
I think that I hate you, I really do. I wish I could scream it in your face and dismantle the ego you’ve fed to cushion every blow I’ve dealt. Why didn’t I pay more regard to the warnings? Why did I trust your infectious tongue over theirs? Why do these mistakes have to be made?
I have this sudden urge to light a fire — to cause destruction and create warmth....