god I don’t even know what my life is about anymore therse days. I am so sick of trying things that are new to me and sticking to the same old regular me too. I feel like I’m stuck in this body of mine and this mind that was given to me and I feel like I could do with a clean slate.I don’t even know exactly what I’m talking about right now except that I’ve been moody as fuck lately and I cant keep blaming it on PMS. THAT’S NOT IT. I don’t know. I feel like I’m failing in everything I do. I can’t seem to get myself to do the normal things like be super passionate about debating in law school. I mean I’d really like to stay back and do those things but my feet just don’t take me there. They lead me to my room and I place my bum on the bed and I read or write or just lay still like a fucking log. 

I don’t know what I have in life anymore. It all feels so random and lose and out of place and scattered and I’ve managed to maintain a routine in this mess. But really what good is that? And even with boys I’m fucked. I don’t know how capable I am being in a casual relationship with this boy. He is so nice in his own weird way. He used to look at me with passion and a glint in his eye and now I feel like that’s gone and I’m just some plain girl with a body to him. He used to run to me when I was standing by myself on the balcony .. now he just stays in his room doing his own things while I’m standing in the cold. I know it shouldn’t matter because we are in a casual relationship but what the fuck, just because it’s casual doesn’t mean it should be dry. I feel as if I’m trying really hard from my side to be with him and keep some nice bubly spark around us and that he isn’t trying at all. I feel his face is screaming of boredom when he’s around me. WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.

I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive.

I wanna do this with you (via samueldhall)

(via fault-in-our-astronomy)

Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount

Haruki Murakami (via psych-facts)
sleepy-kids:

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

!!!!

sleepy-kids:

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

!!!!

(via pikachokesondick)