weltenwellen:

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923

ecryre:

/ˈrev(ə)rē/

noun
a state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; a daydream.

heartsbreaklng:

Me: *writes something* wow that was pretty good

Me: *reads someone else’s writing* aha okay, fuck this I am the worst writer in the world

Hi ladies

paddfoot:

honestly tho the reason why mr. brightside is the best song ever is because you can sing it no matter your emotion. angry? shout it out and don’t hold it back until your voice is the only thing you can remember. sad? belt it with your eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping down your cheeks. happy? dance and sing it loud and proud with your friends without a care in the world. bless

inlovin:

imagine if you loved yourself in the same way you loved another person; not caring about the flaws in the body or inside the mind, seeing the virtues even bigger, supporting, taking care. that would be a new level of self-esteem and another way to be  indestructible

pottern:

so proud to be part of a generation where your hogwarts house counts as a valid part of your personality description

eternalgirlscout:

me: *happens to stand between multiple light sources and casts two shadows because that’s how shadows work*

my brain, still to this day, every single time: