The truth is…
…it’s so much easier to say you’re antisocial…
…or claim that you just don’t like people…
…or pretend that you just don’t care anymore…
…than to admit how lonely and damaged you truly feel.
That’s why we go to shows/movies/books because those characters are the only ones we truly connect with.
we can cuddle and kiss and tangle our legs up and kiss and smile alot and kiss and you can wrap your arms around me and did i mention kiss
I’m bored. If anyone else feeling the same way would like to ask me a question that would be acceptable.
war kills people from the inside out sometimes
“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.”
i think i’ve posted this before but it’s so powerful
this basically sums up my reason for wanting to be a military psychologist.
i’m glad the shit that lives in the ocean lacks the ability to leave the ocean because most of it is scary as fuck
when they’re making a movie out of one of your favorite books and they cast your favorite character and you spend the whole weekend watching every single interview/movie that actor’s in
In which Joe doesn’t know how to keep still while in an interview. (x)