athyns: “Come down. All the fighting’s over, I’ll let you breathe your own air. I will set my arms down in a corner, and when I turn around you will tell me how you’re up now from your dream of clovers. Said ‘not a thing will compare to the sense you give me, and disorder when you turn around and I can’t breathe.’” - The Dangerous Summer
I'm such a humongous bag of emotions tonight, that...
distancebetweentwopoints: I look around at everybody and I’m rendered motionless. Literally. I don’t know how to react to certain people anymore, if anyone at all.