one door closes and another one opens.
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart. Unknown (via psych-facts)

ruinedchildhood:

I wish I wish

With all my heart

TO FUCKING PASS MY CLASSES AND FINALS

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There is something about
night-time that seems to
accentuate
everything.
Forgotten feelings
you have buried in
your chest.
The empty space
in the palm of
your hand.
This unspoken hurt
that gnaws on
your bones
and leaves you
aching
for someone to tell you
the secrets of survival.
A.Y // these are trying times (via psych-facts)