I replay everything so much I’m not even sure if shit is real anymore. who meant what. what meant to who.
I feel like I’ve picked apart all my memories and made them lose all meaning.

these fucking thoughts are what keep me awake all night.

bearfluff:

i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then

(Source: bearzerky, via get-nutty)