I put my walls back up.
DJ Mag Top 100 is such a joke
who actually takes this shit seriously lol
These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via seabois)
You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.
― A Message to My Followers and Everyone Else That Ever Reads This (#127: February 3, 2014)
i need a cigarette and a long cry about everything