I feel so in tune with myself.

no more writers block.

I feel that us as humans; no matter how much we say we don’t want a certain thing or how much we push it away there’s a part deep down inside that is asking what are you doing?

“This is good; it’s good for you.”  Your mind screams.

Yet, you mute it.

Why can’t you just accept it? 

In the end, we all want the same thing, we’re just terrified.

Terrified of the possibility of being genuinely happy.

We have this theory that it’s too good to be true, that it’s going to blow up.

When was this instilled in us, in you?

Go back to the beginning,

Figure out what put you there & destroy it.




does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work

(via no-regretslive-forever)

writers block is something I would not wish on anyone.