i really don’t understand how a lot of you are single because you’re all attractive and have good music taste like what more do people want
sanity
people are so demanding
(via bitemelovelyy)
When you’re walking through an empty house. And there is nothing but emptiness; your mind wanders and you start feeling things that you wouldn’t usually feel. But emptiness can be inside you too. Emptiness isn’t something that is conceivable by sight alone. We feel emptiness. It’s something that becomes so tangible that your body can physically ache with the feeling of having no emotion. You get a nostalgia for a life you have never lived, for tears you have not shed, hearts you have not broken and smiles you have never shown. Some people are ruined by this feeling, other people thrive on it, they lose all sense of inhibition and just live. Yet most can’t, and that’s worrying for me. My mother is a prime example, she sits at home, in an office, on a bus in a town I don’t know the name of and she most likely doesn’t either. She sits, and she stares and she thinks of nothing. There is nothing there. I used to think that she was deep in thought, that there were a hundred and one things rushing through her mind. That her mind was so colourful, that the colour seeped out through her eyes and ears and I just could not see it. I realise now however that when she is working or sitting there, completely still, she does not think, her melancholy day to day life has seeped away the emotion and there is nothing. She is isolated, on the island that is her mind, and she ignores the people that try to love her. We do love her, but it’s hard when she can be so empty that the light reflects off her eyes, and the sun dances through the gloomy room and nothing remains but a stony expression on her face. She cannot see the beauty anymore, just the void inbetween her and reality. There is no music, there is no dancing; her heart is wrapped up in her emptiness, and she has fallen in love with her sadness.
HOW MANY FOLLOWERS DO I NEED BEFORE YOU START ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY LIFE GOD
(Source: groovystyles, via wateronglass)
“beauty sleep” is such bullshit I sleep 12 hours a day and I still look like a trashcan
but a very cute trashcan
make all the other trashcan go BANGBANGCRASH
(via dufos)
