A little bit Lost. And almost always Conflicted.

Being dramatic on the internet. #mylifeisimportantandawesome #ipromise

[endangered-justice-seeker]

animals are sick of our shit.

[darkbookworm13-deactivated20240]

this is fucking hysterical

[everylightinthehouseison]

why are you so cool?

Cause my body temperature is slightly below average

[everylightinthehouseison]

Something about a silver lining

[quietlotus]

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

Emily Dickinson (via quietlotus)

Things to remember

[everylightinthehouseison]

What solace do we crave?

But to carry on,

solely unafraid.

[everylightinthehouseison]

Take me away

[everylightinthehouseison]

♪ ♪ Let the music play you through the pain ♪ ♪

[theycantalk]

feelings

[everylightinthehouseison]

Who knew squirrels could be so deep.

(Going to think about this for the next six hours)

[everylightinthehouseison]

I used to think I had an addictive personality

Turns out I’m just human

[boys-are-stupid-deactivated2018]

Sometimes I wish I could go back in life. Not to change things, just to feel a couple things twice.

Drake (via boys-are-stupid)

This sh*t is too real.

[viollettes]

me while watching “Spider-Man: Homecoming”:

Tom Holland/Peter Parker: *breathes*

me @ Marvel:

[everylightinthehouseison]

Travel with Me.

and when I ask you to leave.....

        tell me you  don’t   want    to        go.

[spilledmyink-blog]

Care about people, even when they don’t care about you. Not to the point of where you die - of course - but just to where they know that they are still worth life.

LB (via spilledmyink)

This is so important.

[srsfunny]

I Will Definitely Face My Fear

[everylightinthehouseison]

The most inspiring thing I’ve seen in weeks

[puckducky]

[everylightinthehouseison]

because hockey and penguins and Barney and literally every single thing about this post.

[everylightinthehouseison]

Most certainly I was.

[everylightinthehouseison]

Write to me.

Can I secretly write to you? And you secretly write to me?

Conversations are dull. Let’s talk in poetry.

Don’t tell me about your day, I don’t want to know.

Write to me about your aspirations, your smiles, and your woes.

We don’t need the complexities of “How do you do?”

We don’t need an awkward re-start .... at least not with you.

So whisper your way back into my life (with rhymes not required)

.... Just write me a meandering thought or two

I’ll respond in kind,

And we’ll get back a tiny piece of what was me

and what was you.