i'm haeleigh and i like run-on sentences and simple things like espresso and stars. mystery and misery is my addiction.

i need to find a way to not be so sad anymore. it’s not okay to rely so heavily on someone else for my happiness.

i hope he knows that every time i’ve said i doubted us, i’ve never believed it myself. i’d be a fool to deny that i need him, that i love him more than i’ve ever known to love anything. this vulnerability isn’t something i would let plague me had it been for anyone but him. and it terrifies me that he constantly says he loves me because everyone who’s ever said that had always found a reason to leave me.


he’s not mine—that, i know. i can see it in his eyes when i lay in his arms. he has me in his possession, but he is not mine. i am not a lover, but merely a keeper of his company. i carry no meaning, no sentiment in my presence. but i am his—that, he knows. and he will never be mine—that, i know.


happy pi day!!!


i want to live, but not in this human skin.


Amy Tan, The Bonesetter’s Daughter

i need someone to talk to

we were a sailboat

but all the ocean’s water
could not keep us afloat

we were stranded for slaughter
so far away from coast

"   I am not always thinking sweetly of you. I am thinking angrily or indignantly or sulkily, quite often, but I am never not thinking of you. More often than not I am just worried about you, concerned and distressed about my baby lamb being tired or unhappy–and of course often it is with mad, mad passion and sometimes it is naughty, sometimes, only sometimes is it dirty or even sadistic. You are all over me, in sorrow or in joy, all of the time – Oh yes in drunkenness too, in conversation, in work, with every breath and heart-beat.   "
-Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh  (via modernmethadone)

i’m only so fixated on him because he was the one who was there to watchme fall, and now that i’m fallen and broken, I need him to be there to pick me up.