January 2012
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I’m so tired of being alone. I’m tired of trying to be so strong. I’m so tired of missing things I shouldn’t miss. I’m so tired of my mind. I’m tired of not being understood. Im tired of not being held when I need it the most. I’m tired of not being able to sleep at night. I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of being happy. I’m tired of so...
helainetieu:
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, it’s still the same. And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead; Yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it’s not real, And it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
The Corpse Bride