I don’t feel very good about myself. 
People always leave me. 
Nobody can stand me for very long. 
I wish I could cut my tongue out, 
or take out the part of my brain 
that has opinions. Or cares. 
I wish I could be simple. 
Be quiet, introverted, or shy. 
I’m half way in between a wallflower 
at a party and Elvis Presley. 
People love one or the other. 
In between is no place to be.
Taken from a one page play by Jack White (via papermassacres)

(Source: notagiant)

pales:

i’ll stop dressing in black when they invent a darker colour

(Source: dethcrash)

Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.
(via adorin)

(Source: moeyhashy)