There is a certain horror in outlasting.
I am the perpetual survivor; steadfast eternal. As the world crumbles into sand between my fingers, I live on.
But dear God. I wasn't supposed to outlive you.
Trapped in my own personal Hell – doomed to watch my loved ones killed before me. And there's nothing I can do.
Not by blood, but by spirit
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone with a dysfunctional family! My your turkey be tender and your patience be steadfast
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Anything can be a UFO if you're bad at identifying flying objects
This is suddenly feeling very relevant as well. But we stay silly
I think I'm going to have a little ✨menty b✨
My very first playlist I ever made was on my iPhone 5 and it was called “On TØP”
Me and my wife: discussing the artists that fundamentally changed us in middle school
Me: idk man, "soap" had a chokehold on me, and don't even get me started on "teen idle"
My wife: holy shit "teen idle." Have you even heard "girls"? Holy shit, I was transported.
My boyfriend, standing there so confused: ...................huh
I am so fucking proud of you
There are few things I love more than lightning at night. It's so raw, so powerful. Nothing makes me feel smaller than seeing the night sky lit up as if it were noon.
Life is a highway and I am a Chevy Impala with my hazard lights flashing