I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via broken-self-reflection)
It’s funny, when I think about this exact time last year. Things were so different. I never would have thought that things could change so much in only a year. I wonder what next October will be like.
I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.
Nick Miller (via bodv)