These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (via kushandwizdom)

Alcohol makes my insides warm like how you used to

10 word story (via fvrther-sky)

I guess I’ve found my way back to a long relapse. Sad to say that I am happy to being back to this stage. At least I’ll feel alive again.

Love when you’re ready not when you’re lonely.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

nekala-vas-normandy:

takemewherethestreetlightsglow:

all-the-ships-all-of-them:

fevra:

have u ever had a depersonalization moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and think wow this person is me and i have this body and this life and everything feels so strange why am i me and not someone else

YES OTHER PEOPLE FEEL IT TOO

it’s a symptom of anxiety

This happens to me a lot and it’s really jarring.

You’re going to have people who are going to say ‘Oh, you know like, she just writes songs about her ex-boyfriends’ and I think frankly that’s a very sexist angle to take. No one says that about Ed Sheeran. No one says it about Bruno Mars. They’re all writing songs about their exes, their current girlfriends, their love-life, and no one raises a red flag there.

Taylor Swift on some peoples views on her songwriting. (x)

bckyb4rnes:

youngmushroom:

hwatlarry:

  • if you are a vegan
  • great!
  • tell me and i will never serve you meat and/or try to question you about it
  • but if you ever
  • ever
  • tell me that im a killer
  • or try to make me feel bad
  • for eating meat
  • i
  • will
  • eat
  • you

ok but consider this: you should feel bad.

ok but consider this: i WILL eat you

savingsophie:

i love my wife

wifi*

did you just

someone who knows you did just (via bagmilk)

How are you today?

Anonymous

navieblue:

A little better, still sad. Always sad

hippies-like-us:

so-boujie:

stunningpicture:

No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!

your beard is the night that poets write about

The most incredible thing I’ve seen for real.