“Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.”
— Gillian Flynn “Sharp Objects” (via auroraimages-blog)
“Some days I want to sit in my sadness like a parked car, engine still hot but breathing, waiting for a song to end. But some never do.”
— Emilia Phillips, from “Moonpie” (via weltenwellen)
“Because of what I’ve done I can’t sleep again. There is a mass of sadness floating into the garden.”
— Corinna Rosendahl, from “Red Moon” (via weltenwellen)
