geeksupreme7347:

I KNEW IT. I BELONG THERE. DAMNIT.

geeksupreme7347:

I KNEW IT. I BELONG THERE. DAMNIT.

When my friend tries to read into every little thing a guy says to her

whatshouldwecallme:

I’m like,

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what would life be like if i were high maintenance?
At first, it was all about nothingness. All I wanted to do was lie in bed and do nothing. The mere thought of leaving my room was like a 100-pound weight bearing down on me that I had to remove before I could even envision leaving. But lying in bed led to thinking, and thinking just made it worse. So then it became all about being busy. Filling every second of the day with something, anything. Anything so I wouldn’t be forced to be alone with my thoughts. I fill my day with things that I know I cared about before, but right now, I don’t care about them, Maybe because I don’t care about anything anymore.
starrysleeper:

high-blogging:


while my prof was setting up for his lecture… 

gold

excuse me while I reblog this for the 36th time

starrysleeper:

high-blogging:

while my prof was setting up for his lecture… 

gold

excuse me while I reblog this for the 36th time