At the end, there can only be heartbreak or relief. Make your choice.

Beauty, beauty, oh how it looms over me.

kosmogrl:

Once again let’s walk the school halls

Be bold. Lead me where I shouldn’t go.

I am just your midnight cinema,

Let the show go on.

contemporary-disquiet:

EDVARD MUNCH, The Kiss of Death, 1899

Come to think of it, I have never truly fit in anywhere. Didn’t quite fit in with the nerds, didn’t quite mesh with the “it” crowd, wasn’t athletic for the sport crowd, too cynical for the influencer crowd. I somewhat slid myself into the academic crowd, which has probably been the best fit so far, but in medicine, I still feel like I don’t quite fit in with people here either.

You could never compete. We’re in different leagues.

“The 6 that came after me”

What a strange dream.

You’ll never be happy always living someone else’s idea of a good life.

The disappointment is palpable.

Doesn’t it make you feel ill to spend so much time pretending to be somebody you’re not? How do you help someone who won’t even help themselves? Open your fucking eyes.

For a moment old feelings came back, and in a flash she was smithereens.

Did you find what you were looking for?

There’s very few people I like, so every loss is significant.