"That isn’t fun for me. Do you realize that? Being the uptight girl. I hate it. Charlie had to find someone else to go to Rome with. No one ever asks me to get like friendship tattoos or whatever. I—sometimes, being inside my own head is so exhausting that it makes me want to cry."

Marnie (HBO’s Girls)
yup.

yup.

I’m like a cat in a cage, locked up and battered and bruised. I am the prodigal son—a shameful prodigy too. I am the love of your life, battering ram and confused. I turn each day into night. I stand there waiting for you. There is desire to fight, but I have nothing to prove, but with the crowd and some lights I start to feel things move.

do you have something to hide?
BECAUSE I THINK THAT WE ALL DO.
i am a child inside.
BACK UP AND GIVE ME SOME ROOM! 

I’m a cannonball to a house on fire and you’re slow like Motown soul.

The state of my room is directly correlated with how depressed I am.

Same goes for how often I cook.

Some nights I wish that this all would end, cause I use some friends for a change.

And some nights I’m scared you’ll forget me again…

sadnessof:

“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.”
—John Hughes

^ Life

I have a hard time believing anything anyone ever says to me.