I thought I knew myself, until I was staring down the barrel of a gun, and everything I’d ever been and ever done flashed before my eyes, and I realised that all I knew about myself was that I didn’t know a thing.
didn’t know a thing // excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Your tumblr speaks volumes about who you are as a person. It shows what kind of images you see in your head, who you love, who you hate, even what you think about other people. But most of all - it has all of the words you never said to people, all of the words you couldn’t have said but should have said.
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone, anyone, love me?