Losing this place will tear me in two.

I can’t handle it.

"I’ve got this theory that waking up in a car means that you’re still dreaming."


"Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters."

— John Green

"You can never love someone as much as you can miss them."

And I realize that more and more. I just want him to be back from college. I want to clean my car out with him and just go drive and talk about everything and dork out about music. I just need my dork out time with my number one bro. Bleh. End whiny rant.

"There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway."

— Sofia Coppola

(Source: notacliche, via got-the-bite)

I love pretty clothes but I really love ugly clothes.

Turn to the person next up you and talk to them. Make music. Make art. Make something. Because if you keep it all bottled up you’ll go mad.

Words well spoken Meridian. Words well spoken.

I need to get out of this town.

"I wanna start from the top. Maybe like a do-over. Replace all the voices in my head with blind innocence. I want a complete redo. Maybe change my name…….Try to, try to forget that your bones were dismantled and the dreams you had they’ll collide in time."

— Modern Baseball

I love having casual whatever but I am starting to wonder what the fuck I’m doing. I need to clean up my fucking act and figure out what I want. I get so lonely sometimes and this isn’t helping one bit.