daydreamer.

The worst things and life come free to us..but also the best ones.

[psych2go]

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[psych2go]

Sleep Paralysis | Ep. 1 of Psych2go’s 12 Disturbing Sleep Disorders Series

[asapscience]

We’re super into this new psych series by Psych2Go! 

[nevver]

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, Toby Harvard

[psych2go]

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[aesthxtica]

Woah really? I’ve always taken photos bc I love it. I noticed my happiness boosts when I take pics. Minus some editing stresses. Woah.

[desterro]

[openingfiction]

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale (via openingfiction)

[sorryish]

“Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.”

Good Will Hunting (1997)

[cinemagal]

My father died at 9-11. After he died I wouldn’t go into his room for a year because it was too hard and it made me want to cry. But one day, I put on heavy boots and went in his room anyway.. - Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (2011, Stephen Daldry)

[alozor]

[inkskinned]

Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship.    I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.    But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.    I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?   It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.    The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.   Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.

Single serving size // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[doja-meow-deactivated20260705]

Tears mix fine with ink.

KT, 2016 (via lookingforalaskabata)

[theheartbreakseries-blog]

[tanae-briana-deactivated2018010]

This is sooo sooo true. Look within yourself.

[aroyalmind]

Thank you

[itssamnotsammi]

Best feeling is when you just naturally click with a person. Talking all day, every day, no forceful conversation, laughs, attention. They are worth their weight in gold, don’t lose them

[wellfcuk]

Not you

I looked up from my book one day and thought I saw you. I wasn’t reading the book you gave me. I never will. But it still sits on my shelf, where it has been for the past two years. I saw your dark thick brows, and the slight tooth gap through parted pink lips. I wanted to crawl through your teeth and curl up on your puffy tongue that was better in places other than my mouth. And down your throat, down again I wished I could fall, into a place within you as deep as the place in me that was last to feel you, as my ears and legs and fingers drank you up. You carried a tsunami in your hands and so I wished the hands of this man across the room at least resembled yours. I longed to see them tremble for me. 

He turned away, shielding his body from me with a leather jacket you would never wear. These errors in recognition occur often, it doesn’t take much. But they never last more than a minute or so, much to my relief. I fear what would become of me were I ever to meet another you.

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[c-isnenegro]