Forgive me.
I spend too much time thinking about alternate universes and how much happier I must be in them
Detail from Dante and Virgil, 1850, William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Myself @ me: you need to wake up earlier so you don’t waste the day Me @ myself: sorry I was sleeping and just saw this lol wyd
miss you so bad
#strangertwins (x)
Why am I being attacked like this
Get a little closer, let fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you The lungs of me be crowns over you
Pokémon! It's you and me! [Tentacruel obliterates an entire fucking building] I KNOW IT'S OUR DESTINYYY
If someone does you wrong, you can cut them out of your life and dissociate from them. When you do yourself wrong, you can’t escape. You're stuck with yourself and the horrible mistake you made. You can’t run from it; instead it’s rubbed in your face every single day. This is the worst feeling.