I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road.
It is one of a kind
just as yours is.
— Anne Sexton, “January 24th”
From Selected Poems of Anne Sexton (via liquidnight)
From Selected Poems of Anne Sexton (via liquidnight)
i hate feeling this alone.
You can forget that other people carry pieces of your own story around in their heads. I’ve always thought—put together all those random pieces form everyone who’s ever known you from your parents to the guy who once sat next to you on a bus, and you’d probably see a fuller version of your life than you even did while living it.
— Deb Caletti (via barbieandken)
It’s 1 am and all I wanna do is cuddle and make out. Ugh.
