i've lived a thousand lives.

im not trying my hardest but im very tired which i think should be taken into consideration

here’s to all of the people whose names have been lost to time. the unmarked graves, the forgotten memories, the writers of anonymous scribbles on the walls, the ordinary people who made great men great, the people who perhaps did not impact as many lives but who nonetheless made a difference. your stories may never be told, but despite all that, you too are history.

tbh i just need a hug

Self care is listening to the same song thirty thousand times in a row

It smells and sounds like spring 

Not to romanticize on main but there is really something healing about sitting in front of an open window listening to birds and wind chimes and enjoying a natural breeze. It’s like the world is telling you breath 

I fucking lost it here

*from computer speakers* vsauce, *from suddenly behind you* michael here

*from inside your head* what if you were defenseless

Get your ass on the dance floor