“Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her and just sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
Looking for Alaska (John Green)(Source: aussieteen, via aussieteen)
I hate my stomach and my thighs. I hate my hair and my teeth. I hate how my clothes look on me, I hate how much make-up I wear. I hate my voice. I hate how I talk to people. I hate my personality. I hate that everything gets to me and I care too much. I hate that I’m never smart enough. I hate that I’m not pretty enough for anyone. I hate that everyone leaves me. I just want to be everything that I’m not.
(Source: suicide-soundslikean-option, via tightdressesandskinnytights)
