I hate that I have such surging emotions, such swinging moods, and such piercing longings. I would love to be a robot, or the tin man and have a quadruple bypass removal and chuck this cardiovascular organ out of this frame and replace it with a black hole or at this point a plate of spaghetti so I would feel nothing, forever.
I’m nostalgic for places I’ve never been and people I haven’t met– (via whosays10)
That moment when you are a better wingman to your friends and you end up solo. Yeah. Story of my life. #whatevers