Couldn't Not Reblog This

couldn't not reblog this

Charlie next to his globe: Charlie next to his world:

enough.

im never enough.

to my mom

to my dad

to my teachers

to my friends

how can i be enough?

'am i home if i dont know this place?'

to be in a room full of people you know and feel alienated.

getting too attached to fictional characters when you read because thats when you feel the most understood.

to be called 'shy and quiet' when youre only a little child inside who wishes to be able to speak her mind and feel understood.

to be afraid of closeness and intimacy and how love and affection feels unbearable to you because you grew up in a place where you never felt loved even if you were. being able to accept love only if its from a distance.

to never open up because everytime you spoke, you wished youd rather died instead.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

"I've always liked quiet people: you never know if they're dancing in a daydream or if they're carrying the weight of the world"

there's two types people:

those who absolutely love hozier in a way only his songs can explain or

those who are like "oh the guy who sang that gay church song"

i wish i could get in a room of the first type of people and scream "no grave can hold my body down, I'd crawl home to her" at the top of my lungs