fidelity: regina spektor.
weren’t we in love? what went wrong?
(via thebeautifulhustle)
suck my richard!!!
maia is selling these. if anyone wants one, please let me know. they are thirteen dollars for full sized and seven fifty for locker sized. and she’ll do whatever you want. also t-shirts!
(Source: expletivetshirts)
mad world: gary jules.
i remember dancing around emily’s room, listening to this. i miss her.
(Source: alexmarkes)
so sorry: feist.
we’re slaves to our impulses, we’re afraid of our emotions, and no one knows where the shore is, we’re divided by the ocean.
we don’t need to say to goodbye.
(Source: rosesandlilles)
i feel like nothing ever works out.
i feel so disheartened. i was feeling so positive, like the world was at my feet, and then things kept falling apart and i just kept getting disappointed in everything. i’ve started to be a little more real with myself, that i’m not the best looking or really the nicest at all. and i kind of alienate myself for that. i feel that i’ve become more cynical and angry at the world and i wonder if my friends have noticed. i wonder if people have stopped wanting to be around me. and i think honestly, the answer is yes. but at the same time, i feel like i am justified in being pissed off. everything seems to work out for everyone else. i just want one thing to be really consistently good in my life, whether it’s my schoolwork or my relationships or my health. i know being angry doesn’t help anything ever but it makes me feel a little bit better about not getting what i want. i’m so self centered. and i’m so sorry.
this is how i feel on a daily basis.
(Source: youtube.com)
sometimes when i’m stressed out, i get all red and flustered and for just a few seconds i give up on any hope that i might be holding on to. my eyes start to tear up and my hands start shaking and i can feel my blushing spreading all the way to my ears and i feel horrible.
i’m totally fucking miserable. i am a failure. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
eyes wide open: gotye.
she is broken. she is wrong. she is a trainwreck. sweet dreams.
(Source: tifffanyyyn)
levi got a new stroller!
runaway: yeah yeah yeahs.
falling, falling, falling hard.
the worst part of being fucked up is knowing that you’re fucked up and that you really have no idea how get unfucked up.
or even worse, you know how to get unfucked up, and you’re so terrified of what everyone else will think that you’re willing to just slowly wither away into nothing, just to stay in the nice nest you’ve made in fucked-upness.
fuck fuck fuck! fuck!
in the mood: glenn miller orchestra.
happy nhd, all! come see me at 11:20 at the african american museum of philadelphia.
(Source: mbfas)
replacingthings asked: i love you.
i love you too. i hope i’m never a thing you replace.
girlfriend: phoenix.
my grandfather died today and all i want is to bake cookies and watch movies and listen to music and totally drown out everything. insomnia will kick in at three in the morning and i will have goodies to stuff my face and cry and cry and cry.
ever find yourself having no idea what to do? where do you belong?
(Source: the-whaler)
