I Will Always Be The Weird Quiet Girl

22 Years Old. Little Lost Brat. Diamonds On My Wrist, Whiskey On My Tongue.

In the end you should always do the right thing even if it’s hard.

Nicholas SparksThe Last Song (via feellng)

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.

—George Orwell, 1984 (via sadexistences)

(Source: suiicune, via dirtylittlelustfulgirl)