Two February’s ago, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was anchored to my bed with the sadness I was letting myself drown in. Now, I daydream about surviving on 3 hours of sleep, I dread going to bed, I keep my eyes open as long as I can. My heart sinks when the sun sets, I crave daylight; I’ve fallen in love with being alive.
— Madisen Kuhn, January 18, 2014 journal entry (via praises)
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via yvonnemagalhaes189)
Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.
— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via autumn-helen)