"Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired."
Unknown (via psych-facts)
prussianinamerica:

I had a teacher who refused to let any of us say “its okay” because of this exact reason.

softmikus:

yeah good grades are cool and all but have you ever had a good night sleep

J.A. Grimshaw I. Aivazovsky Vincent van Gogh J.M.W.Turner Claude Monet
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1. I met a boy that tasted like blueberries during the summer of 2011. He taught me how to kiss and where to put my hands, and I was young, and maybe a little stupid and a tiny bit too trusting, but I felt everything.

2. I met a boy that tasted like cigarettes during the summer of 2012. He taught me how to inhale twice- once for the smoke, and the other for the head rush, and I was young, and maybe a little desperate and a tiny bit too lonely, but I felt everything.

3. I met a boy that tasted like gin during the summer of 2013. He taught me how to paint with watercolour and the art of avoiding a hangover, and I was young, and maybe a little empty and a tiny bit too sad, but I felt everything.

4. I met a boy that tasted like blood during the summer of 2014. He taught me how to kiss and where to put my hands, and how to smoke & paint with watercolour & the art of avoiding a hangover, & I was suddenly old and a lot bit heartbroken, and I couldn’t feel anything at all.

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Long term relationship (via avvfvl)
perruh:

glittakid:

i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.

this is so beautiful

avadamyass:

pirouetteintopurgatory:

sherlockedbadwolf24601:

mugglebornheadcanon:

895. Muggleborns wonder why there’s a large group of friendly, teenage ghosts around Hogwarts. They’re led by a funny boy with red hair and one ear who likes to joke around with Peeves, and he always says that they’re Dumbledore’s Last Army. 

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nearly 9000 notes and nobody has pointed out that suddenly fred has lost an ear as well as george

It doesn’t matter when your soul is falling apart.

moistwilly:

tbh if i was hot, the chances of me becoming a slut would increase by about idk 800%