sandra. 20. slovenia.

avid reader. aspiring writer. re-watching gilmore girls inspires me.

“You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.”
"Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.”
— David Mitchell - Cloud Atlas (via bookporn)

they never taught you to be beautiful
so you stole your mother’s makeup
and learned yourself a new face,
one that you could finally look
at in the mirror

they never taught you to be beautiful
so you carved the word into your skin
with nail clippers and tweezers
and taught yourself the art of fabrication
with nothing but a khol liner and blush

when you were thirteen, your best friend
told you that “he doesn’t like girls who
wear a lot of make up” and you fumbled
the same way you did when you lied about
liking him, the boy who only agreed to go
out with you because he thought you were
someone else

you’re a liar, a liar, made up of cotton candy
lipstick and shimmery tears, no one likes
you for yourself, you buy your mask
at a convenience store and
they buy your confidence for free

they never taught you to be beautiful
so you had to teach yourself,
it seems your reflection is sick of you
because it keeps mistaking you
for someone else

— this lipstick is so expensive but my infidelity is priceless // S.M. (via characterdevelopmentwrites)
"I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved”
— (via made-inbelgium)
"I’d choose you. Every goddamned time.”
— six word story (via bl-ossomed)
"You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”
— Pablo Neruda, I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent (via aestheticintrovert)
"I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via aestheticintrovert)