mitskimaxims:

ON SUNNY DAYS I GO OUT WALKING. I END UP ON A TREE-LINED STREET. I LOOK UP AT THE GAPS OF SUNLIGHT. I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING

steadfast:

5ummit:

me: *worries that I’m Evil and Manipulative and tries very hard every day to be a good person*

me: oh my god

me: I’m manipulating people into thinking I’m good

librabutch:

lesbians be pining. lesbians be absolutely yearning and longing

im so smart and beautiful

beachdeath:

“I don’t know why we take our worst moods so much more seriously than our best, crediting depression with more clarity than euphoria. We dismiss peak moments and passionate love affairs as an ephemeral chemical buzz, just endorphins or hormones, but accept those 3 a.m. bouts of despair as unsentimental insights into the truth of our lives.”

— Tim Kreider, We Learn Nothing (via dieinmanhattan)

acharliebrownchristmas:

Human beings be like I must create something or i will kill myself

cursedcatimages:

violentwavesofemotion:

“I needed to be reminded of mysterious and sacred things,”

— Albert Camus, from his preface to Jean Grenier’s “Les Iles,” c. 1959

constantblathering:

actuallyprettyodd:

beheeyem:

me posting about shit NO ONE fucking cares about besides me