My roommate > your roommate.
(Source: lookingfor-nebraska)
He genuinely cares about me and my well-being, and that’s what matters in the end.
I can’t be too angry though.
He did try to make me feel better by describing, in GREAT detail, how much of an asshole he was. And he played Marcell the Shell with Shoes On for me.
He really is an extraordinary guy, really. This is just coming at a bad time.
| me 50% of the time: | I want to do well in school and make my parents proud and wear pretty clothes and do yoga and drink green tea and be in control of my life |
| me the oother 50%: | I want to drink too much and not care about anyone and kiss boys whose names I don't remember and always go out with my friends and be out of control |
holy dicks, that’s useful
omg thanks!
Yes. This is great.
I’m going to print this…it’s wonderful! :D
(Source: artandalcohol, via eeriehowls)
as long as i’m a feather
unsteady hands are fine by me
and as long as it’s you
i’m okay with my heart taking a beating
but i’m sorry if my voice shakes
and i’m sorry if i don’t know what to say
or just stay away
just know i’m always here
just not always in my head
i’m just lost
up has turned down
and left goes right
and i’m nervous, i’m scared
and i hope you’re content with me
and i hope you’re okay with being heavy and light
a little bitter and sweet
all at the same time
and i hope you don’t get sick of me
because i’m so comfortable with you
the unrelenting void has been filled
and i’m okay when night falls
because you make me starry-eyed