Some nights, I walk into my room And sigh, at the mess On the floors, The mess of my life. Some nights, I sit on my bed, And stare at the walls In silence, As if they could Give me answers, As to why I will not sleep, tonight. broken poetry (via tiaxmc)

She offered the promise of pleasures to come. She was an enchanting, utterly foreign, unreachable goal, like being down in the metro and seeing the lights of the next station visible down a dark, electrified tunnel. Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet (via legislatedmemories)

hyourinmaruice: caseythesalamancer: pokemallow: do yoU EVER GET SO UPSET THAT FICITIONAL CAHRACCTESRS HAVE THE SAME AGE AS YOU AND THEYVE GONE ON SUCH MAGICAL ADNVETURES AND YOU HAVENT???? What do you mean?  You went on all of those adventures with them, didn’t you? That is the best answer ever