family.friends.volleyball.boyfriend. are my life. take me as i am or watch me as i go :)
� (via raurah)
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
“Jon eats a whole raw potato to take himself out of the mood.”
I would pay a week’s worth of earnings to be a fly on the wall watching that last paragraph go down.
(Source: billhitchert)
I feel lk when I write in my journal I almost jinx myself :/ the struggle. goodnight.
