Eyes that can be trusted.
For the most part. Oh, cats.
Vanity happens.
A metaphor.
(Source: adobeashram)
The duality of my personality has been so bastardized that I no longer feel whole. In writing, my persona is one of a monster lurching from the page to grab others who can be dragged down to a depressing level. In life, while in groups, my other half gorges upon the smiles that it can erect on…
(via Piccsy :: picc)
(via notsobearr)
Why can’t we appreciate them as much as they appreciate us?
Picking at yourself for everything you cannot change.
Vacant.
Otherwise known as stalking.