sera.

bring the drugs baby, i can bring pain. 

hate people like you. you think this is a flipping joke, don't you?.

what's going on in that beautiful mind?.

the feeling of not being good enough no matter how hard you try.

when someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. when you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. then that pain just stays in place. then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. that one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. and it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything. 

a fake smile can't hide everything.

one is not loved accidentally; one’s own power to love produces love - just as being interested makes one interesting. people are concerned with the question of whether they are attractive while they forget that the essence of attractiveness is their own capacity to love. to love a person productively implies to care and to feel responsible for his life, not only for his physical existence but for the growth and development of all his human powers. to love productively is incompatible with being passive, with being an onlooker at the loved person’s life; it implies labor and care and the responsibility for his growth.