I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
|—||James Frey (via c-elestee)|
I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
|—||Mary Kate Teske (via purplebuddhaproject)|
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
|—||Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via onlinebabe)|