I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops texting me like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via rainisgonnafall)

Stop trying to control everything and just let go.

Fuck biology, fuck labs, fuck life and fuck you.

My teacher just stole chalk from the classroom. And asked us not to tell.

"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking how you’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."

(via n-evrland)

"I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything."

(via n-evrland)

"But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses."

(Source: cold-winter-days, via dark-descent)