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More often than not, I think, I’m the crazy one in my own stories

I don’t need you to validate me,
I know my worth.
I don’t need you to occupy my time,
i can entertain myself.
I don’t even need to give me
anything in return
just open your hand and receive—
I will never love this same way
again in my life
and I’d rather see it fill your heart
than rot in mine.

If someone found me sheet music for ‘Extraordinary Machine’ I’d love them forever

asks:
You always reblog some of the best quotes from me and I love it haha, like I always want to reblog them again Ü

Half of the time I just think about putting a permanent link to your page because I, most days, could reblog everything you post. AKA: everyone go follow transplague :)

I have a deep fear of being too much. That one day
I will find my someone, and they will realize that I am
a hurricane. That they will step back and be intimidated
by my muchness.
Rumbles From My Head (via sadlittlewords)

actuallygrimes:

ooh 

yes, Janelle

I like that a lot of my songs feel like they could fall completely apart at any second

I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you. It’s like a condition, it’s like polio. I feel like I’m gonna die if i can’t be with you and I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die and I don’t care cause I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back? It’s like, greedy.

Louis CK (via nastalieee)

fuck

(via delaneysproles)
I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
anne, fyi (via anneisrestless)
You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.
Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” (via larmoyante)

"I love you but I’m lost between the pain and cost—I hold myself a lot."

because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your
slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this
              bullet inside me
‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth. Don’t you see, it’s like
I’ve swallowed your house keys, and it feels so natural, like the bullet was already there,
              like it’s been waiting inside me the whole time.
Do you want it? Do you want anything I have?
Silken, Richard. “Wishbone.” Crush.  (via versteur)