.في عينيك أسافر

In your eyes, I travel.

Thursday Apr 4 @ 01:22am
You and I
haven’t been us
for a while.
m.v., Bruised Confession #5 (via hopelesslyhealing) Thursday Apr 4 @ 01:18am

I am so fucked

me before and after every exam (via acertian) Thursday Apr 4 @ 01:18am

benjaminhargreeves:

thedoctorknits:

i-effed-it-all-up:

im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story

all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying

SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU

Hey kids this is a symptom of depression

Thursday Apr 4 @ 01:17am
losergotlost:

'My reality is bigger than your dreams are'
Milan subway, Italy

losergotlost:

'My reality is bigger than your dreams are'

Milan subway, Italy

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 08:52pm
Do you ever wish you had a second chance to meet someone for the first time? (via zwischenfernwehundsuizid) Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:10pm
everyone’s chest
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-shaped holes.
andrea gibson | class (via everywordshesays) Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:10pm
But I don’t want to
Sleep tonight
I’m worried that
I might see your
Stupid
Fucking face
In some messed up
Fantasy that tells me
That we’re
Actually fine.
2.39am on the night you took over my mind.  (via iskyvalker) Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:09pm

You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?


And I said,
Where do I put it down?

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay   (via deadlysick) Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:08pm
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you. (via impetrate) Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:08pm


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