faux sourire

i'm deneese. young and sweet. only seventeen. i love things that make me happy. i smile. i daydream a lot. i rant a lot. this is my personal blog.

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i'm human, basically.
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A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
— Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed (via bookmania) —
You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole.
i am seeing less and less of you (via pukin) —

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want you to miss me that’s why I don’t cling to you that much but it doesn’t look like it’s working. I know you’re busy. I know that. But I don’t want to demand anything from you. I am not in the right place to do so. Well I guess the more I want you to miss me, the more effect it has on me. I miss you.

Clara Oswald appreciation post

I’m a gentle person after all.
I built armors within my skin. I grew shields in my eyes.
But at the end of the day, I found myself asking people if they’re okay.

I built a box and I spent months inside of it; not letting anyone to come near me or even hear me sigh,
But in the end, I went outside that box and I burned it.

And then I realized, I did that not because I am giving the world the chance to break me into pieces again; but to give the world the chance to pick up the pieces of myself I cannot even touch.
Truth is, no matter how hard I tried to protect myself, I need the world to touch me and to help me because I’m a lonely person and deep inside me, I know that I long for smiles, touches, “it’s okay,” and for people to be around me no matter how hard I’ve pushed them away.

I’ve tried to be hard but at the end of the day, I’m that kind of person who needs someone to be there for me.

I feel numb, not like physically, but mentally. It’s like I’m engulfed in this dark never ending room, there’s no edge for me to reach, no light at the end of the tunnel. I’m lost, lost in my own mind and my demons want to come out and play.

— (via 1refuse2s1nk) —