It’s nice to know you still care.
But don’t.
But don’t.
When I look at the night sky I think of you. Who you were. Who you are. Who you’re going to be. Where you went. Everything you meant. The night sky is the only thing pure in this world and it is already gone. All of it is dead. And it is beautiful and intriguing. And it is everything.
Fuck the world
I don’t know how I feel
Look how cute my new glasses are
And you can’t help but miss freshman year
And the new people you can meet everyday. But for me right now, I have met rarely anyone new and I still need to get out more and do stuff. I’m not lonely. My apartment is just really fucking boring without internet…
mmmmmmmmmm
(Source: sleeping-underground, via sleep-underground)
Maybe one day I’ll tell the story.
I feel lucky right now. So very lucky.
(via recrystalize)