*bastille voice* how am i gonna be an optimist about this
well if you close your eyes
you know when you get out of the cinema and you feel high and drunk or is it just me
SOMETIMES I JUST FEEL LIKE A CAN DO ANYTHING AND JUST SO BADASS BUT THEN I JUST SIT IN THE CAR AND QUIETLY GO HOME BUT IN MY HEAD I’M TAKING OVER THE WORLD
SOMEONE HAS FINALLY SAID IT
AND SOMETIMES I’M SO FRIGHTENED, I’M GOING HOME WITH LOOKING FROM THE LEFT TO THE RIGHT EVERY SECOND AND CAN’T EVEN LOOK IN A MIRROR.
do you ever listen to a song and remember exactly what life was like when you first heard it
Chicago. It’s so strange to have a name for the place that was always just home to me. It makes the city smaller in my mind.
if a charmander running in circles chasing its tail doesnt fit your blog then you are running the wrong kind of blog
why the fuck cant i have a best friend who lives 30 seconds away from me who always comes over and we just stay at each others houses whenever movies are so deceiving