when did i get so sad? when did i stop feeling safe to tell you about it? i can’t do this anymore, i can’t go on like this, i can’t feel this alone anymore
" I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it. "
Winona Ryder (via everyday-islike-sunday)
do you ever wish you’d just go to sleep and never wake up, because i do.