I don't know.

I hate being alone with the demons that traipse through my house.

yellowrainjacket:

Donnie Darko - Gary Jules, Mad World

randomstuff134:

sodamnrelatable:

take a moment to realize you have never seen your face in person, just reflections and pictures

some scientists agree that if you saw a clone of yourself, you wouldn’t recognise it as you, because our idea of what we look like is so different from what we actually look like

(via hollandsmangotree)

youknownothing-ouiserboudreaux:

I just saw someone refer to a nap as “horizontal life pausing” and I am adopting this immediately.

(via hollandsmangotree)

Love isn’t about
fucking each other
at any opportunity.

It also isn’t about
how many months
or years
that you’ve been together.

To me,
love is about
being able to see light
inside of the person
who knows nothing
but darkness.

(Source: mostlyfiction, via trianglesgoding)

theshatteredhearts:

alljustthesame:

Macklemore speaks the fuckin truth.

People don’t realize how much of a genius Macklemore really is. The only song they know is Thrift Shop, when there are so many more wonderful songs. He raps about the problems of the world. And that is what makes him an inspiring person.

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

thelookingglassgallery:

“The Water Workshop I” by Agnes Cecile