This is your heart and this is our dreams and they are made out of real things; like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving.
I miss her so much. Our fights are intense. Our love is dangerous. But all I know is that when I picture fulfilling my dreams I see her standing beside me.
(via lovemetoinfinity)
I love the sound of rain at night.
(Source: shmoo06, via liquorinthefront)
COMPUTER SCIENCE!
I know nothing about computers lol
I’ve been looking through online colleges and courses. It makes my head spin. I honestly have no clue what to do. Small business? Medical coding? Sociology? History? Psychology? Should I do something outside the box? I feel like none of the above will make me happy.
I feel so lost. I’m fucking 23. I should know what I want to do by now. I had it all figured out when I was living in Richmond and actually at the top of my game when it came to school. I was going to move to Georgia and become a nurse and that was that.
Now? My life becomes more and more depressing by the day. More lonely by the day. More disappointed in myself.
Fuck
Seriously miss my Rich City folk. No one gets me like they do.
I need to go shoot some guns. It’ll make me feel better.
(Source: followeed, via -good-life)
(Source: alleviatedsymptoms)
