Speechless and redundant.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alone than right now. 

starllex:

this is my favorite post of all time

Valentina Thompson - The Birthday List
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brazilwonders:

Praia do Espelho - Bahia (by Adriano Gambarini)

brazilwonders:

Praia do Espelho - Bahia (by Adriano Gambarini)

lorelei-elf:

s1dious:

cherryshota:

having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful

accurate

so accurate it hurts

"The easy part is making out with Gaby, cause she’s hot… I’ve kissed Gaby so many times, I love kissing Gaby. She has those soft, lovely lips, and she’s an adorable girl."
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air   (via lebanesebreezeee)
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
William Shakespeare (via realizes)