iv done some fucked up stuff cause my heart hurt
so apparently sleeping doesn’t make your problems go away. I woke up and everything still sucked. shocked and upset
“i’m in kind of a weird mental place right now” i say, as if there are times when i am not in a weird mental place
wish my brain was into kinky stuff like producing serotonin and dopamine
“I know that there aren’t a lot of good things around and I know that you are really good.”—
- Morrissey, in a letter to Robert Mackie, circa 1980.
cry alone
“If you meet someone whose soul is not aligned with yours, send them love & move along”
my big ass heart is ruining me. Ruining me bitch
angela // the lumineers