"siri, how do i stop feeling like the biggest piece of shit right before bed every night?"
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.
Madeleine L’Engle (via commongrnd)
I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes
queen of psyching myself the fuck out wow
Accessories | Portra 400 | Mamiya 645 Pro TL
if u turn ur music up loud enough u cant hear the sad anymore