I’ve mastered the art of pretending I have my life together when in reality, my shit hasn’t been more flawed than it is right now.
—Dau Voire (via kushandwizdom)
I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I’d chosen nothing.
—Stephenie Meyer, New Moon (via kidraaul)