Hides a Well

“And you keep whispering the same story to yourself “I’ll be unhappy now because that’ll make me happy later. Because that’s how a story works.” So your happiness will always happen later, never now. Life isn’t a story. Life is chaos.”

— I Wrote This for You (via heartsbend)

I left my room.

Nothing exploded.

We’ll need to reformulate our hypotheses.

rantingsofthedelusional:(via trainwreck-)

hunk-o-mass:(via blonde-for-hire)

It makes my heart hurt, is what it does.

I feel like if I leave my room, the whole world will explode

So I am just going to sit in here. Skipping dinner? Probably. Do I care? Not at all, really.

Today is a day for being a recluse, and pretending none of the emotions I have exist.

Thanks, fourfour!

skeetshoot:

WHERE THEM THIGHS?

WHERE THEY AT?

skeetshoot:vooduude:(via peyotecoyote)

Dear facebook,

What does this mean? What app sent it to me? I am tempted to click on it, sheerly due to vanity, but I know it’s a trap.

"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."

Here is where I post things I like. Not all of them are mine. I cite my sources whenever I can, I promise.

I also exist on Twitter over here, if you like that sort of thing.

If you want to have fun, you should click the random button up top. If you click it enough, eventually you will find something that makes you smile, or laugh, or get all pensive, or grow an imaginary question mark above your head, or maybe even pee a little.

If you want to leave me a friendly message, you can do that right over here. I will always reply to those, and you can stay anonymous or leave your contact info or whatever, and I will get back to you.

This thing right below these words lets you search for things, but I bet you already knew that.

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