Me: *see spider*
Me: *lose sight of spider*
Me: So this is how I die.
rryland: do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is...– Namoi and Ely’s No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan (via lostinthesounds)
my logic: we have similar music taste therefore we are meant for each other
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into...– Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami (via premous)
growing up is realizing that every single one of your problems is caused by you being a fucking idiot
At home: I want to go out, I want friends.
When I go out: I want to go home, I hate people.
You should fall in love every day, not with a...
heathyr: I hate it when you just randomly get hit with crippling embarrassment over something you did years ago and you’re writhing with your hands over your face trying to tell the memory to go away omg shut the fuck up