5/22 16:56 - amenalcohol - 106 193 notes
I like coffee, cardigans, and the smell of old library books. I'm keeping it real with myself and hoping that I don't judge myself too much looking back.
"She would not say of any one in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day."
- Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
5/20 11:56 - 3 notes
The amount of weight that I’ve gained makes me want to kill myself. I mean I won’t. But jfc I fucking hate myself to the highest possible degree.
Moving For The Sake Of Motion - Underoath
Oh, my godI hate the me that I’ve become
5/19 19:17 - screamingfrommylungs - 30 notes
