Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
Dead Poets Society (1989)
(Source: hmmels, via rainstormsandtea)
"This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself."
"I think I’m allergic to people who are unwilling to broaden their perspectives."
"I appreciate silence. I appreciate people who don’t need to fill the world with excess noise in order to communicate a message."
"The best advice I’ve ever received is, ‘No one else knows what they’re doing either."
I got drunk on amber ale tonight and bought a ton of cake from the grocery store on the way home. I don’t even want any right now anymore but I’m so glad for my decision because tomorrow I can veg out on snack goods.
And have cookies for breakfast.
I have a feeling this road trip is gonna be insane. Me and my friend are already talking about keeping a daily video gopro diary and reenacting a scene from sharknado. Fucking insane.