I think I have an actual mental condition with rejection. its like a piece of me dies, even from something as small as someone not replying to a text. ugh, so pathetic.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
— unknown (via can-i-touch-you-there)
I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via stxxz)