Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive.
William S. Burroughs  (via fridakathykahlo)

(Source: seabois)



Come back here with my cheese, you bastard.
(via overheard-at-school)

kleinigheidjes:

'It's just there, I can't explain it' by Babette Obers

There are no stars in my sky and everything has been black for as long as I remember
(via blxckfawn)



You know what’s awful? Never being someone’s first choice. Not even making someone’s list when they’re a top priority on yours. That’s the kind of shit that therapy can’t fucking fix. You can’t fix insignificance.



10 minutes of uke practice is plenty enough for the week. Ugh. Hate when I can’t get something down.




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