I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via larmoyante)
I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.
gurl yes(via perfectlysilent)
"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around
I noticed everything. I just acted like I didn’t.