If your eyes were the ocean, I sure as hell wouldn’t mind drowning.
journal entry: friday, june 13th, 2014 (via the-psycho-cutie)
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
Ellen Hopkins (via geo-wee)