An extraordinary tent from one of my very favorite movies.
(via miniquee)
Feelings, etc.
I’ve danced around the issue for years thinking for some reason that things can magically change on their own. That time will bring you what you want. But apparently you have to actually plant a seed for it to grow. Time, alone, doesn’t do anything but remind you four years down the road you haven’t gotten anywhere. My idealistic mind has always waited on this and waited on that. Waiting to be more confident. Waiting to know more. Waiting to feel a different way. At some point you can’t afford to wait any longer. I’m sick of waiting.
I think the most unfortunate way of learning that is once you’ve waited too long and lost your opportunity. I don’t want that to be me.
(Source: flickr.com, via fr-ag-ile)
(Source: queenspears)
(Source: spectrum-of-emotion, via proudmudbloods)
(via shiningjules)
(Source: fffreak, via black-galaxyy)
My brain is under some kind of British invasion, tbh.
(Source: coffeecoated)
Tomorrow!
(Source: tiannatapioca)
Rough night.
Last night I kept looking out my window to my Grandad’s house, seeing the porch light on, and for a short moment forgetting that no one’s home. I don’t know why it effected me the way it did but I came unhinged for about an hour and couldn’t make myself stop crying. I’m not sure when or if the sadness will leave but it certainly doesn’t help having a vacant house out my window as a constant reminder. I wish God would just help us find some answers in some things, things I need to understand that I keep racking my brain with. Why things happened the way they did. Until then, I’ll just keep waiting because I know His timing is perfect timing and I just have to hang on to that.
Watching Demi Lovato’s Stay Strong documentary makes me sad because I empathize with the girl’s problems in a way I have always felt most people don’t.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
fun.
—Some Nights
Fun. My favorite new discovery. Spent days thinking the singer sounded eerily like The Format. Turns out it’s the same person. Had this same experience six years ago with Imogen Heap / Frou Frou.
(Source: verbalcuntortionist)
(via kimb3r-lee)
Mi dormitorio. I feel so much better walking into my room when the bed’s made. It’s one of those things.
