far, far away.

when noah kahan said "no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft" and when he said "and I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose" and when he said "if I was empty space and you were a formless shape, we'd fit" and when he said "(now) I'm split in half, but that'll have to do" and when he said "if you need me, dear I'm the same as I was, it's all okay. there ain't a drop of bad blood, it's all my love. you got all my love" and when he said "but the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in" and when he said "feels like I've been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone, why'd you go?" and when he said "honey, come over. the party's gone slower and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober. there's orange juice in the kitchen, bought for the children it's yours if you want it, we're just glad you could visit" and when he said "and I will die in the house that I grew up in" and when he said "it only falls into place when you're falling to pieces. you find love that lasts a while 'til you lose the reasons. saying god, I'm alive, but the whole place is quiet. you miss something that you can't place but you can't deny it. don't know whether you want a place in the coast or the country. you can't stay here, it's hard to face and it feels too ugly. you light a fire inside yourself, let it burn" and when he said "a minute from home, but I feel so far from it. the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin it's all washin' over me, I'm angry again" and when he said "and I divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver, and the rest around my heart"

Little musicians going into the woods to write the saddest shit ever to completely wreck me is my favorite genre

the friendship bracelets is the cutest project this fandom has done but it's truly so hilarious to see celebrities' arms full of friendship bracelets and just picturing them trying to decode some of them

sometimes i think about the fact that if we didn’t have a weird girl with an overfevered imagination and attachment issues (charlotte bronte) we wouldn’t have four generations of female fiction classics

I hate being asked what my goal in life is…. like.. idk…?? I want to have my own kitchen… and I want to know every poem by heart… and uhh.. I want to be kissed in the rain … etc etc .. my heart is very little and I dont want it to break

i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together

i was put on this earth to say hiii and sleep that is all