i never want to be lonely, but i think it runs through me, i used to want to cure myself, but now i think that i just have to accept it, maybe some are meant to be alone. the more i am with others the more isolated i feel, because i can’t connect, and i have always had this overwhelming need to connect with someone, to find someone to breathe with, and i can’t do it. i told you i can’t be real
“People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.”—Johnny Depp (via theviperroom) (via deppaddicted)
“I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without anything or any person being able to lighten it.”—Existentialism and Human Emotions - Jean-Paul Sartre (via daughterofthewillowtrees) (via casimirpulaskiday-)
“I started reading the books and understanding the character and the significance of the letter M. There’s a moment when he says, ‘I’m investigating things that begin with the letter M’. That was huge for me. Hatters were referred to as mad because of the mercury they used to use in the glue. Mercury was the M. I found that fascinating.”—Johnny Depp (via fuckyeahwonderland)
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?