“Oh the moonlight’s fair tonight along the Wabash. From the fields, there comes the breath of new mown hay. Through the sycamores the candlelights are gleaming on the banks of the Wabash far away.”—Feels good to be back in Indiana
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”—Lemony Snicket (via dreigroschenoper)
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”—Lemony Snicket (via mistakenwisher)
You ruined it. You really did. You took my confidence and broke it into a million little pieces. I felt so confident, so proud of what I’d done for someone else. But what did you do? You lectured me. "You can’t pull stuff like this anymore or we won’t pay for college." What stuff might this be? Helping out a kid with bone cancer? You guys take everything I say and make it wrong. You guys take everything I do and make it wrong. You automatically assume I’m going to be bullied and ridiculed for this. IT’S HAIR. IT GROWS BACK. FUCK YOU. You know what? Fuck both of you. I can’t stand you two anymore. I’m doing what I want from now on. Try and fucking stop me. This is the last straw.