"I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
— George R.R. Martin (via mirroir)
"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via qiuyee)

I finally figured out how to describe how I feel.

I feel like I’m actually an alien or something but they replaced my memory and now I’m disoriented and doing everything for the first time even though I remember doing it all before. So logically everything makes sense but it just seems so wrong and I don’t belong here. 

What were you raised by wolves?




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