You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.
|—||Junot Díaz (via redfantasma)|
Some of y’all just need to smoke weed, because there’s a chemical in weed called “fuck it” and if you can just get that in your system then that might make your shit better.
|—||Katt Williams (via letsgetfuckedupnigga)|
I need a friend that would go to different forests and abandoned places with me
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
|—||Epiphany. (via larebellefleur)|
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
|—||Benioff, David. City of Thieves. (via hisworkofart)|
If the drugs don’t kill me the memories will.
|—||Unknown (via whyisitimportant)|
what episode of lazytown is this