❝And I begin to wonder...
The dreams I can't remember when I wake up in the morning.
Where in the world did they go?❞
Robert Goolrick, The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life (via anemptyspace)
There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.

timelady-of-221b:

I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING

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