Cinnamon Girl

“in my head, i do everything right” makes me feel like my soul is being physically crushed by a very large hammer and then thrown out into an empty street. thanks lorde

Love going to bed with a new, good daydream scenario fresh in my mind. Like yes girl, movie night!

i remember thinking that the only way to be loved was if i reinvented myself to be desirable. as it turns out, the person whose love i was seeking in the first place was myself, and the most desirable version of myself i could think of was a person who's happy, so i'm working on that instead.

How painful it must be to feel responsible for a young girl's death even if it wasn't your fault. feeling that everything you touch turns to ashes and that you're the problem in every situation

I’m so obsessed with 80s bands that I’m afraid that I will fall in love with a person just because we have the same music taste.