"Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into."
Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via tea-storm)
“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
" that’s how depression happens. it will start by just sitting there on your shoulder, whispering things in your ear, convincing you that you’re not worthy. it will sit there in a huge blackness all gathered in its own darkness. then after a while, one day it will just explode, consume your whole body, and before you realise this darkness isn’t sitting on your shoulder anymore, you’ll do it on your own. instead it lingers in you, it has taken control of your thoughts and mutilated your body in self harm. the only way to escape it, is to stop trying. and before you realise that your whole life will be about obstacles and existing and not living, just surviving."
"What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back."
Apparently I wore garishly bright shirts when I was younger. Now all I wear is black.
Is it only me who every now and then just wonders what it would feel like stepping out in front of a car? Without ever wanting to because I know how stupid it would be, sometimes I just wonder how it would feel in that moment in time.
My post, don’t change the source
*HAND HIGH AND WAVING IN AIR*
I need the Hermione post where her hand is super high8
HANDS BOTH AS HIGH AS A KITE
The gaslight anthems album get hurt is probably the best thing I’ve heard all year.
I find it weird how I’d rather just sit in my room and listen to music for hours rather than talk to anyone. But it’s just easier and a whole load less stressful.
Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.
Red Dust Images captured by various photographers during a freak sandstorm in Sydney, Australia back in 2009.
Falling in love
this is like, the most perfect photoset ever