I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
written by Dan Howell  (via whitenes-s)

(Source: phanjam, via whitenes-s)

There are some things I will never talk about unless I am asked. The pain, or perhaps the memory itself, is too fragile and will never be strong enough to be vocalized. You may see my suffering, but you will not hear of it beyond what I’m willing to show.
written by  Feel Good Ache (via psych-facts)

(via gorogoroiu)

I’m sorry I’m a little fuck face

There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
handle.
written by Y.Z  (via whitenes-s)

(Source: rustyvoices, via whitenes-s)

Some days everything I write
sounds like a eulogy
for the person I used to be.
written by rustyvoices (via disenfranchisedescapist)

(via psych-facts)