Nothing feels worth it. Everything just seems to lead down towards the same vacuum. Things seem pointless, life seems empty. There is no substance, no nothing. Varying degrees of misery seems to be the only possible outcomes.
Maybe that’s the new holiday spirit.
What’s there to look forward to?
Varying degrees of misery.
To certain people I probably am a one.
And then to other people I’m a strong… two.
—Zach Galifianakis on how attractive he is. About the same as me, yay!
(via et-toi-aussi)
Me, inside.
(Source: rainygary, via universe-of-beaches)
(Source: maythequestionsbedwelled)
Bad news, is the only news that I ever get
and I’m always the last one
to ever find out about it
and a black cloud always follows me
bringing drama and humility
I’m gonna give it, all I got
go ahead take your best shot
It’s such a wonderful lie
I know that nothing’s gonna be alright
nothing’s gonna be alright
nothing at all
—
(Source: sallyintheskywithdiamonds, via livingona-prayer)
(via leonmcgann)
sharing a bed is so much more significant when you’re not able to do it every day waking up and being able to reach across and touch them, feel the warmth of their body
(Source: saysshetalksstoangelss, via justh0ldstill)
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