I’m lost in the daydream that is my life. I’m not living. I’m dreaming and trying to believe that it’s not make-believe. I’m trying to pretend that the present is just a sense and my present-tense is failing me because my past is just a compilation of flashbacks and I start to lose track. And the future, that I don’t know exists, feels so real I start to miss it when I’m here and now I wish that I never dreamed at all.

"I don’t know why people teach kids about "pimples" and "hormones" and "armpit hair," and refrain from telling them that if they don’t achieve their billion-dollar dreams at the age of twenty-one, there will still be much more to life. And that when you fail at your first job, it isn’t going to be the end of the world. And eventually you will realize that each person’s world is different and your only job is to figure out what your best world can be."
- Hannah Hart (otherwise known as Genius)
"I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved"
- I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon)
Wow (via pehnumbra)