“If you do enough things, you’re going to eventually narrow it down to the things that make you happy.” —Lights (via the-night-is-deafening)
I always get the craziest ideas at this time of morning/night.
It gets worse the longer I’m up.
Too bad I have no talent.
I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
Anger -> Confusion -> Depression