... The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow like sharks on a soft bloom of blood. The girls with hungry eyes who pray each night to wake up as someone else. Urgent, unkissed, wishful girls. (Lips Touch: Three Times)
Hi. I'm M. 18 years old, rising college freshman, Michigan. This blog is a personal one, so expect bizarre musings, self-centered self-analysis, and rants about stuff. I like books and quotes and not much else.
She was scared she would never find a job, that she wasn’t happy and would always be unhappy, that she would wake up one morning and realize she had wasted her youth in front of a physics textbook and AOL Instant Messenger […]
She agonized that she wasn’t having fun, as she travels from one worry to the next in a constant whirlwind of second-guessing and apprehension, worrying about kid things and worrying about adult things, caught in the middle, stressing about both the future and the past.
(Source: regulardecisions)
