varjaks:

“Are you okay? Don’t just say you are because I know what that means—looking sad when you think no one can see you.”

so many things on my mind. 

such worrying times.

"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."  - Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room (via youcantry)

or ‘portrait of me reading’

She’s emo? You’d cut too, if you’ve been through what she has. She’s anorexic? You’d be too, if everyone called you fat everyday. She’s a whore? She made one mistake that cost her, her reputation. She’s a showoff? Her parents abused her, & she’s never heard of praise. She’s loud? She’s invisible at home, & she wants to be heard. She’s quiet? She’s afraid to speak, because she’s scared to get made fun of. She’s fat? She binges, because she misses her dead brother. She’s a geek? She wants to get into college, so she can support her poverty ridden family. She doesn’t wear abrecrombie? Her parents have been out of work for months, clothes aren’t her top priority if she can’t even afford food. She’s ugly? Tell me, what is the definition of beauty? Who are you to judge them? You know their name, not their story. Reblog if you’re against bullying, if not keep scrolling. 

That awkward moment when you finish a good book and you have to face the reality of your boring life.