There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby (via fuckingbruges)
(Source: han-solo-dolo, via hailehaligh)
Inside my wardrobe seem anchor bent, wondering whether we were someone better then.. or maybe just better able to pretend, and what better means to our inevitable end? You know, I don’t know if I know, though some with certainty insist, no certainty exists. Well I’m certain enough of this; in the past fourteen years there’s only one girl I’ve kissed.
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
