Everyone Around Me: Stop Doing Stupid Shit Me: No Im Sad

did i talk shit? absolutely.

me? overreacting? probably 

He’s like a book; he has this smell of adventure and every day with him is a cliffhanger.

decimusquartus (via stardustion)

Here are the things that do fill me: a night sky, endless and rammed with stars. The soaring of a soundtrack over a triumphal point in a film trailer, something inside me stirring like an animal. Dark roads and cosy cars, and imagining having somebody I loved enough to distract me in the front seat. Helplessness, sometimes. Anger, always.

Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Use of Tears,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)

My lungs were never meant for breathing Screaming perhaps, heaving, sobbing even Just something more violent Than a simple breath

112. One day I’ll learn how to breathe. (e.r.)