brushing your teeth at the end of the night is a scary thing because its like once you brush your teeth you cant eat for the rest of the night and idk if im ready for that kind of commitment
When I was seven, I wanted to glue autumn leaves back onto the branches they fell from, returning each to its home. Yesterday, I stepped on a pile of damp leaves on the sidewalk. When I heard them crunch beneath my feet, I felt nothing.
Bubonic plague - wax sculpture by Eleanor Crook.
Most of the pain you’re dealing with are really just thoughts… ever think of that?
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via intensional)