Music. Love. Live.
I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I’m afraid to take any steps, in case they’re the wrong ones.
Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me (via larmoyante)
I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
(via ckgarden)


i miss you please come back

Sadness comes from the misconception of happiness, from thinking that people are hospitals we can just walk into, that their affection is like a medicine that will cure anything.
Unknown (via psych-facts)