February 2012
The awkward moment when your Sims have better lives than you.
“Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love,...”
– John Green. Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via confessionsofarebel)
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via suzywire)
Oh God I hate myself.
Like pure fucking hatred.
She was standing there by The broken tree Her hands are all twisted She’s pointing at me I was damned by light coming Out of her eyes she Spoke with a voice that Disrupted the sky She said walk on over here To the bitter shade I will wrap you in my arms And you’ll know you’ve been saved Let me sign Let me sign
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Let’s start again. No matter how long it takes.
Do you ever get that like ache to hold someone? Like you look at them and the only thing you want in that moment is to reach out and hug them.
bellamyism:
if you don’t obsess over a musician then what exactly do you do with your life
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editedmusesongs:
Hysteria [Guitar Only] | Muse...