painfully self aware

swamped:

Do u ever look at someone and you’re like how

bambifairy:

floralls:

(by Sarah Ryhanen)

❁ indie x boho x bambi ❁

x

pfelps:

kaylakate:

hott

wow


Omg gorgeous seriously
Using only SONG NAMES from ONE artist/band, cleverly answer these questions.
artist/band: Keane
what gender are you: She Has No Time
describe yourself: Black Burning Heart
how do you feel: Something In Me Was Dying
describe where you currently live: Higher than the Sun
your best friend is: Untitled
your favorite colour is: The Night Sky
if your life was a television show what would it be called: Looking Back
what is life to you: Perfect Symmetry 
what is the best advice you have to give: Stop for a Minute
if you could change your name, what would you change it to:  Emily
I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it. Matty Healy (via -misanthropy)
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside?
I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter. EY (via victriamarie)

Spider-Man 2 (2004)

nikolaecuza:

danosaurs-and-philions:

im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh

I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.


"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you." - Frida Kahlo
lifeof-ty:

The most beautiful 5 hour hike leading to a tea house in the mountains
I wonder how many more times throughout my life will I have to look at an empty piece of paper and think of the words to write that will ease my mind and soul. How many more ways can I put it? You are my hopes and dreams; you are my worst nightmare. If we are meant to be together at all, it must be in a different dimension. This life was not made for me and there is not a place in this world that is vast enough to hold my love for you and not a cliff large enough for you to push me off of into oblivion. You have and always will be mine. I never have and never will mean anything more than nothing to you. This is it. This is the last time my broken hands will write your name. You seem happy; It is my happiness you stole. Live a life worthy of something so sacred. And maybe someday, when both of our souls move on, we will be able to share what was supossed to be ours for the rest of eternity. Until then. My last letter to Nick