I’m absolutely loving Jack Ryan (on prime) but it’s just bizarre watching John Krasinski as a badass CIA operative/analyst, taking down corrupt world governments, all the while having this image in the back of my mind:
“I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via books-n-quotes)
So I’ve caught hectic Jake fever.
Someone send water because this girl is thirsty
That scene killed me dead, and I absolutely did not do it justice, but the screenshot was so colourful and pretty and I needed to do something that took my mind off things today.
okay but picture this: instead of the brutalised, bloody ending we got where max cries over her brother’s dead body, we get this instead; max crying as she helps billy put the last of his stuff in the trunk of his car, giving him one last hug, making him promise to write even though she knows he’d never sit down and actually write a letter. “call then,” she says and billy promises and gets in the car. and then he’s away, off to california and he’s got the sun on his face and he smiles, a real genuine smile and this time nothing hits his car and sends him spinning across the road. this time his car takes him all the way to a little house at the end of a sunny cul de sac and then his feet take him all the way to the front door. and the door opens and his mom is standing there in a pretty dress with her blond hair down her back. and she starts to smile and then she starts to cry and billy’s crying too but this time it’s happy crying and he’s hugging her and you just know he’s never going to let go ever again.
i just saw my future
I just want to be happy, travel, take photographs, go on car journeys, dance under the night sky, find true love, make memories, read, paint and write while listening to my fav music.
straight up just tried to murk myself with a pocket knife, shit doesn't work people
literally who's dick do i have to suck to just live a happy life
i always imagine it's your hands on me
when i sleep
when i cook
what i watch tv
when i shower
when i slowly pull up my skirt so it's around my hips
i always imagine it's your lips on my skin
when i cry
when i'm angry
when i need you most
i always imagine you're here with me
though i don't know who you are
i crave you
though i don't know who you are
Do you ever look at a toxic relationship and ask yourself why that person isn’t with you instead?
Because Same.
i could love you so much better
i'm really getting played by the universe right now, haha love that
hi, i'm so fucking anxious i can't even walk into my own room without wanting to throw up, send help. this week won't be able to go fast enough.
people who know what it's like to feel alive: how? how do you know what that truly feels like?
wish i could just pack up and start over somewhere else, tired of this life
kinda wanna kill myself, kinda don't wanna have to explain why
Before February ends, a miracle is going to happen
i think i’d rather just die
