Just a weird teenager and her blog.




Instead of just looking up into the sky, you’re actually gazing down into the infinite cosmic abyss, with only gravity holding you onto the surface of the earth.


i was not prepared for that


I asked an old man:

“Which is more important?
To love or to be loved?”

Old man replied:

“Which is more important to a bird?
The left wing or the right wing?”

— Author Unknown  (via queer-lust)

i really want to write but i’m not good with imagination and i’m such a perfectionist in the deepth of my heart i hate writing shit ugh


sorry i only like people that i never have a chance with