(via merricat)
Look at his hands. Look at how beautiful his hands are. Nobody even looks at hands anymore.
Sometimes I feel like I’m diving for something. Something that I’m not quite sure what is. I feel like I’m swimming harder and kicking harder and I still can’t fucking get to the bottom. And what’s worse is my lungs are burning because they aren’t moving and I want to cry because I don’t want to keep going but I have to.
The thing I want (that I have no idea what is) is better than everything I’ve ever known, because I live in a fishbowl. And this blue gravel is wearing on me.
(via toonumb)
Oh my godones, where did you find these?
i’m smack dab in the middle of this book right now… so good.
Paranoid (Teen Wolf Remix) / Kanye West
I can’t sleep.
what do jerks do when they can’t sleep? not text me back, that’s for sure
I just want someone to occupy my time.
So so so fucking bored with my life.
le sigh~
