The Edge of desire

My name's Jen. I'm nineteen. Making other people laugh is my favorite thing to do. I'm like your average white girl except more. I like eating and vicariously living through others via social networking sites. I love music but I can't sing so it's awkward. College sophomore at Scranton but I'm forever a Long Island kid.
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  • It may sound morbid but crying yourself to sleep is the most cathartic release in the world.

    “ I totally remember what it felt like to be so full…Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you’re bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon…You try like hell to fill yourself up with fresh air, from you and from other people. But back then…it was so damn effortless to feel full, you know? All you had to do was breathe. ”

    —    Jonathan Tropper (via larmoyante)

    (via loveandbelovely)

    tvdrocksfuckyeah:

    ”Clinging to me like a last breath you would breathe. You were like home to me, I don’t recognize the streets. Please don’t close your eyes, don’t know where to look without them. Outside the cars speed by I never heard them until now. I know you care, I know it is always been there but there’s trouble ahead, I can feel it. You are just saving yourself when you hide it. Yeah, I know you care, I see it in the way you stare”

    I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe. There I just said, I’m scared you’ll forget about me.

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