There is an idea of a me; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

im paige


"If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you."


"I wonder whats wrong with me. Sometimes I just keep wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world of self destruction. Like as if I want to see myself fail completely and disappear."

- Daul Kim  (via er-c)

(Source: c-ovet, via 2amconversations)