Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
― Marjorie Celona (via sortingout)

okoenig:

do you ever get those pangs of anxiety where you feel like nobody likes you and nobody will ever like you and you will achieve nothing

mukuroikusaba:

showing your friend something you know they would flip out over and they say “I’ve already seen it”

no

i was supposed to be the hero

soofyawn:

god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares