"She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head."
-White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via give-me-a-reason-for-breathing)
"I live in you, in your bones; the delicate coils of your mind. I made you. I formed the thoughts you find, the moods you carry. Your blood whispers my name. Even in rebellion, you are mine."
-Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via mashamorevna)
Everyday is a struggle not to relapse but then feelings happen and being strong doesn’t even seem appealing anymore