Like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill. Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole. Oh, how I’m breaking down.
This is why I hate texting sometimes.
Every text conversation between me and my siblings summarized in a nutshell
This speaks to me on a spiritual level.
Thrice - Stare at the Sun
"I’m due for a miracle, I’m just waiting for a sign…"
i have watched this at least 300 times and have laughed every single time