I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache
life just goes on no matter what
(via electrovert)
Jeff Buckley by Bertrand Bosrédon for Le Front de Libération du Rock, Belfort (July 1995)
(via signs-of-sleep)
“How many centuries deep is your wound?”— Adonis, “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep (via ggekkou)
(via signs-of-sleep)
i am aware of the problems. however. i would rather be comfy in my bed. good night.
mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see
I was not meant to be a person I was meant to listen to music on the bus