(via fortitude-)
It’s a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don’t know the answer. I don’t know what I’d do, except run away.
Alexander Masters, A Life Backwards (via 99lions)
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here. But, I’m not. Like someone cares. But, they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here.
Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via seabois)
(via retrojapan)
I am missing you most in the silence between songs on my favourite records. Sometimes it takes so long for the music to start.
Andrea Gibson (via souls-entwined)
(via retrojapan)




