a masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty

medusabraids:

me talking abt my fave tv shows to myself 

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the-words-she-said:

As the sun creeps across in the morning, melting the frost-bitten tips grass with its own rays, it just gives me a reminder of what’s to come. My chest is already closing, taking on the burden of my anxiety-riddled heart. The question is not what do I need, as that is already known. The question is how much can I take?

Humans should hibernate., k.m

ruinedchildhood:

when you log onto tumblr after december 17

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i-am-a-fish:

in light of recent events, fuck

thequeenofsunflowers:

wellyfullofale:

I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life

i can see it

the changing of the subjects

the discomfort in your face

the subtle uneasiness

those changes are minor but im so attuned to it

the dropping of your head

the light in your eyes flickering out

your shoulders have given up

i’ve done it again, haven’t i?

stuck between wanting to feel something

and never wanting to feel anything

it stings in the shower again and

i don’t know if it should make me sad

or relieved

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