someone heeeeeelp

i can’t stop laying in bed listening to elliot smith thinking of the pressures of wasted innocents and youth bullshit.

i don’t wanna be this deep this early.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk.

The best memories are the ones you can’t explain, you just had to be there. It’s those days where we sit around and do nothing. It’s those moment we cry. It’s the way we look at each other and know what’s going through each others heads. It’s those stupid pictures and jokes. That’s the reasons we’re best friends.

The Love Whisperer (via psych-facts)

Spring Equinox