i can’t even appreciate the beauty of the sunrise after staying up all night because it’s just like. fuck. there it is. there’s the sun. i fucked up. why am i laughing. nothing is funny. the sun is there and it’s harshly reprimanding me for being awake all night. “this is the life you’ve chosen for yourself fucker” it says. i’m not laughing. i’m crying. there’s the fucking sun

“Just one look and it felt like I was drowning.”

10 Word Poem" series - #87 (via lettersto-savemyself)

“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

Roald Dahl (via kushandwizdom)


do you ever feel like giving up

This kinda reminds me of some wonder years song

Title: Happy Little Pill (empty arena)
Artist: Troye Sivan
Played: 1870 times


Happy Little Pill - Empty Arena | Torye Sivan

“Write drunk, edit sober.”

Ernest Hemingway (via nudelip)


i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake


real friends // i don’t love you anymore (x)


fuck, jobs- the front bottoms