Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe.
With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.
"(via psychicdisco)
sweet dreams are made of cheese
who am I to diss a brie
I cheddar the world and the feta cheese
everybody’s looking for gouda
some of them want to consume you
some of them want to be consumed by you
(via mollylews)
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like what
(via boyslut)
I’m not a morning person
I’m not even an afternoon person
I pretty much start functioning at about 6pm
(via dignitea)
