She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel – that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.

George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss (via misswallflower)

(via itsnotthatserious)

Far enough, far enough wasn’t far enough.
Couldn’t quite seem to escape myself, far enough, far enough wasn’t far enough

1. My days are literally endless encounters of things that remind me of you.
2. I lie in my bed and long for you.
3. I fall asleep and dream of you.
4. I wake up in the morning and my first thought is you.

Repeat steps 1-4

sadmusicforsadbastards:

"I hate my mind and I’m stuck here in it 
And I don’t know what I’ll do but I’ll probably quit 
'Cause everything that I love, I turn into shit 
And that makes me sad and I’m not really mad 
I just don’t understand why I am who I am 
And why I don’t do everything that I can 
To make myself better and be a good friend 

Stuck here in nothing, that’s my own fault and preference 
Being alone is nice and depressing 
But really, I’m sad ‘cause I know I’m the best of the worst 
Knowing what I am makes me sad and just really hurts
But really, I’m sad ‘cause I know I’m the best of the worst
Knowing what I am makes me sad and just really hurts”